This small collection of poems consists of my first impressions of Scotland, taken during a driving tour in the late autumn of 2013.

The Isle of Arran was our first port of call. We then travelled up the Kintyre to the port of Oban. After hopping across to the Isle of Mull and back we made our last stop in the Trossachs from which we visited nearby Edinburgh during our last few days.

To set the scene a little, the first bite of winter set in while we were on Mull and the days were shortening fast. The roads were bereft of fellow tourists and almost every day we were caught in a torrential downpour mid-hike. Everywhere glistened behind a haze of mist or rain until the peaks began to sheen with the cleanness of maiden snow.

My first foray into the wilderness of Scotland magnified the tussling relationship between humanity and nature. This is the main theme that runs through these poems.