Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
For me, any or all of those will suffice; so long as they are wild and empty spaces. Not for me the burning sun, oiled bodies, chilled beer and sun loungers. Cliff’s beach party would send me scurrying inland to the mountains.
As it happens, I have no choice nowadays; it is the beach or nothing, as our little island has no mountain, no trees, just miles of white sand and sweeping bays.
There have been other times, elsewhere. High mountain tops, long days in deep forests. I have loved them all because you were with me, dear, exploring the wild places. You and I alone, with the dogs and not a soul about to share it with. These are for you:
The Long Days Out
(i) Hunting for hidden treasure in the Forest of Dean
Long ago, one gold leaf
Covert in a russet tree –
You and I, seeking
(ii) Christmas Day on Cairn Daimh
Pie in the sky lunch –
solitary dining for
(iv) In the forest by the sea, at Lossiemouth
Lossie forest, verdant
Have my cake and eat it too –
Hear the waves breaking