dark around the car the luminous snow lit by a shrouded moon made the grass and hills easily seen as we did all those miles again from coast to loch - the rooms were cold at 11 degrees when we arrived, how quickly the heat seeps from old stone walls sigh of contentment at all the familiar things and two nice days ahead before we part: me to my contemplative hours you to the cut and thrust: modernity and indoor squallsnext poem