A crocodile of words
spinning plate of death
|a moment of peace at Chanonry Point|
|there were bits...|
Following on from a woodful of stories, last week dropped me into a whirlpool of schools and groups, classes and bits. Bits and bits and more bits.There were witches and monsters, tales out of old Scotland and relics of Robert the Bruce’s last meal. I have roamed from Auldearn to Strontian with Inverness in-between and have ended up in Dollar.
Midnight and thunder and lightning,
A pebble-dashed log,
A creeping camera flash,
Pointed as needles,
Waiting like a cave.
We got the words down first as the scales then swallowed excitement in colour and shape and set one little group off creating their own crocodile….
And finally, I spent a day at the Three Lochs Book and Arts Festival in Strontian where stories unfolded between the mountains and the lochs
Thanks and delights to the artists and storymakers of Auldearn Primary, Dalneigh Primary, Balloch Primary, and the Ardnamurchan schools