Waking shoulders, weighing over desk and pen. Thoughts are sought, teased, grabbed, lost, go unnoticed and occasionally captured.

Missing my youth - but perhaps in looking back at the bright lights we fail to see and appreciate the richness and depth in later years. A first attempt at iambic pentameter. Thank-you Mr Shakespea...

I love the Scot's Pine of the ancient Caledonian forest. I've taken some time to ponder why I feel so much warmth towards this single type of tree. Not sure if I have the full answer here..but it's ...

I wrote this after walking along the banks of the river Feshie in the ancient Caledonian pine forest in Glen Feshie in the Scottish Highlands.