Tag Archives: Neil Campbell

The Old Goat

It had been six years since I’d walked that grouse moor, followed it around to Ladder Hill and descended down along the footpath, the right of way that took me through an enclosure for goats before a field and then … Continue reading

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Pomona Kestrel

Pomona kestrel, you hover above the great foundations of glass viewing towers, you swoop and turn and revolve your reds and browns, but soon you will be lost behind the photographs that won the competition in the Apple Store. When … Continue reading

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Kissing Gate, Arran

Kissing gate, I found you alone and walked towards the skies by myself. Waterfalls fell below kestrels. Ferries were tiny islands in the sound. There were meadow pipits and falcons in the summit clouds. Tossed oatcakes brought ravens. They tumbled … Continue reading

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At Laddow Rocks

Low sun’s heat through skeleton trees. A grey squirrel sprinting over limbs. Woodpeckers in a thrashing chase. A house covered in holly and smoke. The path from Oldham filled with crows. A brief flash of deer eyes in forest. Stoodley … Continue reading

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The Kestrel

Getting up the hill was exhausting but once there we caught breath. We had to cross a road, strangely, before entering a field of horses. I was calm then and they came to me. We stroked them on that hillside … Continue reading

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The Etihad

Strange how it is, the lack of atmosphere not a rose-tinted patch on the Kippax. You go in and take your seat and you feel like your childhood is missing.                                                       Where once you had climbed the stairs and walked through … Continue reading

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Commuter Sunlight

The birds in commuter sunlight lift off glass as the turbines whirl white on the hill. On this tram all eyes and ears are stimulated by scenes not visible in the window. The good thing about getting up this early … Continue reading

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