We've taken many different groups of people, of different ages and backgrounds, up to the six viewpoints along this gloriously beautiful coast. The youngest was 8, the eldest folk certainly in their 80s (I was too tactful to ask). We created cinquains (like a slightly bigger haiku). We're putting them together into video-clips of 'Viewpoint Voices', where you hear each participant read out their cinquain, set over images of the coast. I will put them up.
I haven't often recorded anything I've written with these groups, but here's a cinquain for Gutcher's Isle, with its ruined laird's house and hall, its smugglers' bay, its legends of violent death and the threat of the excise men.
of salt we risked
at sea or sculled at night
through the stacks, our breathing shallow,
|Gutcher's Isle, near Rockcliffe, in summer, admittedly.|