To those who came before Hunted and gathered, and crossed blasted seas, Hacked down the forests to kindle the trees. Survived through the winter, endured through the freeze, Cooperated and built bonds with ease. With fellow people, it’s truly a must— We traded and sheltered, in closeness and trust. We huddled together, we snuggled in close, And through many skies, great families arose. It’s nature we live in, the balance that binds, A rhythm of living that governs our kinds. But the dark...

A wee poem inspired by many visits to the battlefield of Culloden and reflection on the almost antlike behaviour of many fighting and dying on behalf of just two families.

This is a stunning video if the basalt formations along the eastern fringe of the Trotternish peninsula on the Isle of Skye