A Walk to the Reservoir
Past the sheep and disassembled turbine, up the hill, looking out over the valley to Bass Rock and Fife
And through the heather and looking past the convent of nuns
And through the woods, down the slope, through the fences and over the wires,
Down the narrow strip to the reservoir.
Out on the landing, you get vertigo a little bit.
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