Sweet Powfoot?

Lapwings and Oystercatchers in the nearby mud, silhouettes of Cormorants basking and the countless Common and Herring and Black-Headed gulls skimming the dividing line between earth and water – the landscape holds similarities with places I’ve been before, recent places that infected me so much: open estuaries used for radio transmission or listening – dark mud flats ripe in rain and become caustic silver plateaus in the acute post-storm light. Behind, only metres in land the hollow thwack of golf balls on the tee and an odd shaped wooden cross, a kind of Celtic bear without a head and only arms outstretched, each in a curve.

The river estuaries are good enough. I am among genesis there.

Powfoot, Dumfries & Galloway – 19/8/06