Island Life
I find myself herding sheep on an ancient island.I stood on an Erraid hill, attuned to ancient times; sensing the continuum of island life from the first sheep herders. For a city dweller it was a thrill when the signal “move forward” came from the valley below. Hurrying, scrambling; feeling the sun and wind upon my face; tripping on the clumps of grass and rocks; squelching in the bogs; brambles catching my clothes; weaving round wild flowers adrenalin pumping, I found...