Assault by Water

Tim Binding

Standing on the huge, lettered rock, the clink of climbers’ chains at the back of him, the breath of other untutored scramblers fading as they make their way back down the grassy, bee-infested footholds, he can see, lying in that open valley at the foot of Rumbles Moor, the town where he first lea…

Imagining Scotland
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