Exceptional North Uist

We know, don’t we

that colours here are muted

dull browns and greys

of bracken mist and rock

except

when the machair miracle blooms

or azure floods 

across the shallow sands

and July skies vie with Wedgewood

for the deepest blue

and stirks surprised 

fetlock-deep in Loch Aonghais

among leek-green rushes

stare with chocolate eyes 

blink ginger lashes

at oystercatchers orange-billed

piping black and white across the dunes