Back in the land of the Jeely makkers I feel braw! Saft-fruit is ripening now orchard-to-orchard. A lifetime on from Drumdruills and I am a hundred-punnets short of sanity. But … Continue reading “The Blairgowrie Juniors berrypickers’ weigh-in-lottery”
[endlessly] I was stravaiging in the wrang gear! an auld fairmer revealed this to me! Back came my Grumpa in his SERIES II!
Teddy bears rule! [Series I to infinity – I am a Scott]
The sky belongs to us all. If this is a poem let it end here.
Take me to the river mid-thought mid-dash. No need to find a crossing As my love for you needs neither ford nor bridge. Take me to the river, mid-thought mid-dash.