Conservation

My heart is on a train.

My heart’s not in the highlands, My heart isn’t here. —- The chocolate brown, endless moor Under a closed blanket of endless damp — Holds nothing for me. —- There’s barely a shelter, Barely a tree But the yellow, fire orange gorse bush Brightens the scene. —- We call at Kingussie, With a silent g.ContinueContinue reading “My heart is on a train.”

Chapter 1.1

Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ NOTE THERE ARE ELEVEN CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Arriving Callum found Mikey in the Islander’s bar, staring at a pint. They were pleased to see one another, and all the usual excited proclamations – on what had changed and what had not -ContinueContinue reading “Chapter 1.1”