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City tenements and traffic queues are left behind.
In turn, hedgerows and furrowed fields give way to thickets and lofty mountains.
Cattle huddle as the sun goes down.
A wild cat prowls, eyes momentarily gleaming before it disappears.
On a ridge, a monarch stands resolute, eyes alert ‘neath its battle crown.
Cottages, a few shops, a church, all inanimate in the town on the moor.
What concerns the souls it shelters?
National politics and sports results?
Or fund-raising for the local school, or a gap in elderly healthcare or who kissed who at Maggie’s wedding?
A solitary inn serves the local game and brew.
Trim cyclists in striking multi-coloured jerseys quench their thirst, sate their hunger and plan tomorrow’s leg.
Sturdy youths uproariously celebrate victory at shinty, forgetting their wounds for a while.
Others nose the water of life and avidly share hunting yarns each one bidding to out-do the other.
Our road winds upwards past imposing villas refashioned as holiday homes.
Through a gate, up steep steps, our host beckons, a log fire crackles.
Tomorrow may bring an amble in the glen, sheep retreating in our path, spied by a buzzard circling high above in a carefree sky.
Or a wild mushroom hunt in dappled golden sun.
Or an energising splash in an icy peat-hued burn.
But this evening, corks pop, conversation flows and a traditional stew is served of pheasant, hare and apricot.
A Highland welcome is found at Netherwood!
by Gordon Ritchie, August 2021