A seat with a view. Poolewe village across Loch Ewe from Inverewe Gardens, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Poem.
The seagulls whirl and glide voicing their pulsating, screaming cry.
The waft of salty seaweed, washed up and
abandoned by the retreating tide, for mile after mile.
The refreshing fragrances in a gentle sea breeze.
The company of a thousand species of thriving floribunda.
The calm, peaceful village across the bay.
The hills and mountains cradling this north-west bay.
All this, makes for a good place to be,
a good place to sit and absorb this living ambience.
Food for the eye.
Food for the soul.
Sit back and enjoy.
A seat with a view. Poolewe village across Loch Ewe from Inverewe Gardens, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Poem.
The seagulls whirl and glide voicing their pulsating, screaming cry.
The waft of salty seaweed, washed up and
abandoned by the retreating tide, for mile after mile.
The refreshing fragrances in a gentle sea breeze.
The company of a thousand species of thriving floribunda.
The calm, peaceful village across the bay.
The hills and mountains cradling this north-west bay.
All this, makes for a good place to be,
a good place to sit and absorb this living ambience.
Food for the eye.
Food for the soul.
Sit back and enjoy.