There be faeries in these hills

Faerie Glen

A deep and narrow

magical place

Where weather stunted trees shoal on hill edges

And a ribbon of tar lumps and bumps over the land

through the disrupted landslides

A stony pinnacle called Castle Ewan towers over 

a dark lochan

Where we sheltered against a sharp shower

which had sent most visitors scurrying away

Castle Ewan called to be scaled,

Himself and Youngest soon succumbed

The rest of us less airy folk

chose to stay on the lower conical hills

There is an air of strangeness

a feeling of otherworldly

of faerie magic

circles

spirals

offerings

It was worth braving the shower

it was worth wrapping up against the bitter cutting breeze

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 of this strange and intriguing little place.

Thank you for coming along with us :)