To JULIAN with love

Time was, when we, beside a Highland burn,

Gathered bell heather and the fronds of fern,

Or squelched in mud and wet-through to the skin,

To watch for salmon leaping up the linn,

Or saw the summer snow on high Ben More,

And gathered pebbles by Loch Broom’s grey shore.

G. M. September 1977

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