Horses of the sea
(Late July 1986)
My first tour of Scotland was both memorable and poignant. Somewhere way up on the NW
coast we set up camp for a couple of days. Just on dusk I was standing in icy cold estuarine
waters, up to my waist, patiently trying to catch a sea trout or salmon for our supper.
Of a sudden I noticed several weedy looking strands drifting up against the tide. On further
examination they proved to be sea horses, the first and only time I’ve ever noticed such slow
motioned faery creatures. They stayed as long as I did, or longer actually, for the iciness of
the waters drove me to seek the warmth of the campfire nearby.
Be nice to think I'll be back there one day, an' sure the heart will follow the blood.