Spent- disused oil rig parked up in the River Forth, behind is Edinburgh, capital city, home of RBS.

Looking eastwards to the rising sun across the Minch from the peat moors of Lewis you can see Norman MacCaig’s “frieze of mountains” on the mainland.

“A Man in Assynt’

‘Glaciers grinding West, gouged out
these valleys, rasping the brown sandstone,
and left, on the hard rock below- the
ruffled foreland-
this frieze of mountains, filed
on the blue air- Stac Polly,
Cul Beag, Cul Mor, Suilven,
Canisp- a frieze and
a litany,…’

Peel back the surface even high up in a Glasgow estate multi- a modernist tower house- the myth of the ancestral Highlands,  a monarch in social(ist) housing.

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On Flanders Moss the wind was making the frog spawn quiver like a bog.

Chimney, crevasse, stack- mountain words on the flat #peatlands.

Irish Bord na Mona peat bricks in the Great Glen.

These diggers working to re-wet the #peatlands and save carbon at Flanders Moss near Stirling have travelled from 130 miles away before they even begin working, each using approximately 11 litres of fuel per hour.

I like the realism of the wide, double rear tyres. This spreads the weight of the tractor and prevents it being bogged down and damaging the delicate water balances of the moor.

Differences are put aside as all the family help to bring home the peat.

…giant chickens or tiny tractor?