Takes ages to get there, Hours in the car You wonder what all the fuss is Going so far.
But just look at the sea and then across the sea to an almost ring of mountains you will one day be able to name, one by one, they’ll trip off your tongue as they do off your mother's who’s been coming here since I don’t when,
and that’s maybe why it feels so good, it's in your blood,
the air so clean and fresh, the sea so cold but clear, ok, there are midges, and it might rain a lot, and you definitely won’t see any otters . . .
But this can be a place of miracles!
If the wind is right – no midges. If you sit still long enough – an otter appears. If you’re really lucky – it won’t rain (too much).
I know. I’ve been there too, And lost my heart to it all. Just like you.
Mellon Udrigle is in the North West Highlands of Scotland. This is a poem from my collection Twelve - twelve birthday poems for a twelve year old.