Albion, Don and Wen, Stuart France, Trickster

Callanish Calling: Fingers of Stone…

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Not only is the Old Man of Storr

hurling more water at us than we can shake a weather-vane at…

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He is also depriving us of food, and drink, and shelter.

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Not one of the food waggons we have eyed

with ever increasing desperation has been open.

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In our last lay-by

by the ‘lake’,

after we had sort of slept,

as the rain fell,

the food-waggon which had been there

had disappeared when we sort of awoke…

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Oh, and rest.

We are both now decidely sleep deprived.

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A good job then that our ‘trusty new steed’ is so sturdy.

 

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