16 November 2012
Angels upon the brisk north wind sound like a ring-a-ding Dark clouds upon the horizon threaten the tranquility Rejoin the moss and heather in a sheltered Lee
Recognise the unrivalled beauty in this unspoilt land Mountain tops and forest glades untouched by man's brutal hand But be mindful of the past hidden by appearances Many a man was broken by the Highland clearances
Wild Heather • Opuss № I