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Dec 13, 2023·edited Dec 13, 2023Liked by Alexander M Crow

There are small cliffs on the Black Isle; then there the greater cliffs of Caithness; I've been to Yesnaby; and the best of all, St Kilda. I'm cautious to say the least on a cliff top getting a vague sense of vertigo as I peer over; I feel safer sitting or lying down. Sailing along part of the St Kildan coats and round the sea stacs is jaw-dropping; such a sense of the grandeur of nature and our own insignificance. Cliffs mean seabirds, the cries of seabirds, and the overpowering smell of guano.

Actually, thinking about cliffs, although not coastal, I've been to Meteora in Greece and that is quite a different sensation - probably the lack of water and seabirds!

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Once again I am dreaming of Orkney! Your words and descriptions draw me a step closer every time... and this, words of time ravaged cliffs, the old Man of Hoy that I dreamt of climbing so many eon’s ago...

Simply superbe Alex - as always!

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I love the Haiku! Both beautiful, but I think I am perhaps drawn more to the second one. And, of course, I always love any reference to Stromness Books and Prints, and Tam. Lovely piece, Al.

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