Nothing happened today - there was nothing to scare me only the wonder of how to let the years fall away - no-one came to my door to beat me to knife me to sell me I thought of my father and all the words we did not say - he did not know those so thick stones, the low granite of the place, the Strath's beauty - he bought our freedom with his body And now his daughter, daily, decades after lingers over birdsong and the flowers' bouquetnext poem