Buoyancy in Salinity

It started gently with a veil of clinging drizzle sweeping in from west north west, a blink of diluted sunshine on the Bring cliffs in Hoy.  Last week we left out buckets of water for the sheep, the freshness of today’s wet grass will do them good, eight ewes and lambs. We are sliding towards the Summer.  The fulmars are telling the sea their secrets.  In the Plantings a solitary song thrush harmonised with its own echoed song.  We’ll slice the breeze and serve it as a side dish.  One and the same is the exquisitely lit sunlight on the sea and the sighing through the whins. We’ll all spend minutes, hours and whole days stravaiging onwards, Heartbeat to Heartbeat, coast to coast. 
 
We dream.