• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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North goes South

The hottest Scottish afternoon
that any of us could remember...
On Rannoch Moor parched walkers
met each other coming from every direction
and wondered aloud among ourselves
where how and when we'd taken the wrong turns
that brought us from our separate airts and pairts
to this selfsame African savannah
while scorched stones on the track
cracked underfoot to conjure up
those far-off blazing mornings of the world
when they were born or brought here.