In unsure times a decision is made, to the mountains of Applecross we courageously head ...
I turn the key in the big old girl I look at the boys both excitedly smiling, I turn to you and say "will ya gang tae the Highlands lizzie Lindsay, will ya gang tae the Highlands with me"?
We chose adventure over holiday where know fear awaits but disgrace dare not follow.
On this white Highland country road were only patches of tarmac indicate mans been here before. I wonder how many poems go unwritten in the hustle of life. An I swear with this pen you bought me I'll connect heaven and earth.
Through the heavy snowfall my breath is taken as an owl glides gracefully towards us, his eyes revealing the soul of these there mountains.
The night draws closer and the wilds become wilder with just the darkness and my thoughts the cold conquered heat and the creator revealed himself in a meteor storm. And life is beautiful and full of love. I'm grateful and indebted.
I've searched for the greatest words ever told but in this the land of the unknown the greatest poetry I've heard or told, is you my family on this open road.
In the alluring winter sunshine we see the mountains of Applecross. Welcomed by a handsome brown stag the whispers of the mountain call us. And we accept the invite.
They said we should not come here. But we had a belief more powerful than the truth. I'm glad we did not listen to them.
At sea level we start the single track incline. You look nervous but happy. I see all of you I've ever known. Theodore smiles then we become lost in a cloud. I act like I'm not scared as devils elbow comes crashing. Beauty always scared me anyway. Steep drops and falling rocks stop. Leaving enough time to catch the views, views worth all the tension imprinted on my heart forever. A hairpin bend speaks to me in poetry and the heavens articulate in love.
I looked down like Moses from Pisgah on the promised land. I see words yet to be written. And I'm glad we drove this far, for Bealach na Ba.
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