Warm day in the Cairngorms Drumochter is green and mossy heavy clouds move slow the traffic ceases for a moment silence intense then it starts again: trucks, cars, coaches, moving in a never-ending line the road goes on and on - south it goes beyond this country to the next, soon we will be near a southern sea - brief sojourn with friends and family the long years thread out behind me: all the miles I trod not many forward roads but this is onenext poem