Bromlee Lough ...

I gazed westwards from Sewingshields Crags - it was early afternoon - Julia wrapped her silk scarf around her head like a keffiyeh - she'd been telling me about the muleteers - 

They threw their saddles down - they started firing their pistols into the air - during the night a wild boar tried to get into my tent - 

Clouds shaped like voloptuous airships moved across the sky - Bromlee Lough was a dark blue mirror - 

Sheep nibbled thistles - earlier, we'd seen some rams - they'd looked at us with their strange yellow eyes - 

I thought of the silver tetradrachm, depicting Alexander as Zeus-Ammon - 

9 July 2014

Sewingshields Crags