The other night, Diana and I watched a documentary called The Living Mountain: A Cairngorms Journey, about the Scottish poet and novelist Nan Shepherd and her book, The Living Mountain. It was presented by @robgmacfarlane, as he himself hiked the Cairngorms.

Here’s a bit of her poetry:

FIRES

Firelight: the quiet heart of a little room
Where the lamp burns low and the shadows hover.
Out of the night are we come, where the gathered gloom
Hangs softly now that the wild hill rain is over,
And all that moves – a star or two – moves slowly;
Great clouds plod to the slouch of the wind their drover.