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A Short Journey
from Allershaw Lodge 27th March 1993


1700 feet up on Cold Moss.
Calum, Catriona, Jack & me.
These three stop as my
city lungs gasp for air.
They could go on, but
good companions always wait
for a slower friend.
There is talk of ale & grouse,
& poems of grouse;
of the silver hares seen
scurrying along barely visible sheep trails.

As my chest heaves I reflect
the bleakness of these barren hills,
once covered in thick wood.
I think of the Great Forest of Caledon,
now gone:
... hulls of long sunk ships;
... timbers of forgotten mansions;
... ashes of a million bonfires –
old ephemerals.





To the south Jedforest – cut down to deprive
Reivers of hideyholes.
The only things growing here, now,
are sheep; a large woolly occupation force.
New Reivers!
Robbing us of land;
robbing the land of binding grass.

2 minutes now
& my breathing becomes more regular.
200 feet to the top,
& down
the other side
to the narrow gully.
Then it’s up Lowther Hill where,
from the top we will see our goal –
Wanlockhead –
a mile & a half distant –
a village which boasts
the highest Inn in Scotland.
An Inn, we are soon to discover,
that has no beer!
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