Yir on the west coast wi huge mountains o heather an
stane lying still and kwayit in the grey mist. Then there's a sparklin wee burnie bouncin
ower the boolders as it tummels heelster gowdy doon the hill ti the sea. A sudden bit o
fast amang the big slow - the 'Durrin Burrin'.
|Imagine yourself on the west coast of Scotland with huge mountains of
heather and stone lying still and quiet in the grey mist. Then notice a rivulet bouncing
merrily down the hillside to the sea. Activity amongst the stillness.