My Caithness
stamping to the school in Scotcalder and Treacle scones taking the cows of the hill
Sliding down the hill to Miller the bakers rolls at the gate
swimming at the weir in the thurso in old car innertubes
Walking up to Olrig from Casteltown or down to the harbour and Dunnet beach
may be even Salmon fishing or even pulling Makerel with a saftypin
The smell and sounds of the twin steam engines on the run to Inverness
or even waiting in the snow at forsinard for the late train to pass...
it may have been early years but the county meant a lot
but best of all is the deadly silence in the evening when the last Curlew have gone to rest out on the moors Brilliant
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