Southern Upland haibun

Some steps on the Southern Upland Way; a haibun

From the War Memorial in Cockburnspath I walk along the path by a field’s edge. I recall how this was home, in the early 1880s, to a group of artists who called themselves ‘The Boys’, now better known as ‘The Glasgow Boys’. James Guthrie’s masterwork – A Hind’s Daughter – was painted here, as were others by Henry, Melville, Walton, Crawhall and others. The Boys are the subject of a wonderful exhibition in the Kelvingrove just now. I was discussing it on Sunday night with the poet David Kinloch, whose own work is at times inspired by paintings, as is my own.

girl in the painting
silvery knife held down
a threat to cabbages

The path turns sharply here and follows an underpass below the A1 and the East Coast Main Line, before crossing a minor road at Cove Farm and heading down to Cove village. It’s a common name in Scotland, Cove, but this is one I’ve been visiting since I was a wee boy in the 1950s. The field edge here is splotched with the bright pyramids that are Early Purple orchids, and from the hedges and fields the sounds of Grasshopper Warblers, Meadow Pipits, Willow Warblers and Skylarks fill the air. There’s a warm scent of Sweet Cicely in the air too, and the ground herbs include Dove’s Foot Cranesbill, buttercups, campions and coltsfoot.

yellowhammer
in the gorse bush –
good camouflage

At the path’s junction above the Cove clifftop I make a detour to the hamlet, to see a new bronze sculpture commemorating the loss of 11 out of 21 Cove fishermen in the East Coast fishing disaster of 1881, along with many others from fishing towns along the coast.

some drowned
within sight of families –
the price of fish

The path carries on, with several jinks and stiles to avoid landslips. This coast is eroding very rapidly, the red clay capping the vertically-dipping rocks being sloughed off all along the route, leaving the green slopes punctuated by red scars. Efforts at stabilisation now focus on planting trees – willow, holly, hawthorn, briar and the occasional rowan. Their intertwined roots offer the best chance of holding back the soil, but for how long?

deep roots of horsetails
holding on
for dear life

The path now reaches the cliff overlooking the beautiful Pease Bay. I see the big waves rolling in to break on the sandy shore, and wonder why there are no surfers here today. The next steps will take me up Pease Dean, and into Penmanshiel Woods, but that’s for another day. I listen to watersounds on the bridge over the Cockburnspath Burn, a bubbling rill on one side of the path, and a waterfall on the other.

an orange
quenches the thirst
sufficiently

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About sunnydunny

Poet, publisher, gardener
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7 Responses to Southern Upland haibun

  1. slpmartin says:

    Very fine comments and poems…thanks ever so much for sharing these writing gifts.

  2. Gordon Mason says:

    Really enjoyed this journey with you. It was in touch with all the senses.

    I’d be honoured some time to have one of your poems on my blog if you feel inclined to send one.

  3. sunnydunny says:

    slpmartin: Thank you for your comments – I appreciate them

    Gordon: Thank you. I’ll send you one of my North Uist poems.

  4. marion says:

    Really like this, I’m quite fond of haibuns!

  5. sunnydunny says:

    Thanks Marion. I’m steeped in Basho at the moment, so the form feels natural.

  6. BarbaraS says:

    I enjoyed this haibun very much, thanks Colin.

  7. sunnydunny says:

    Thanks Barbara. I’ve been experimenting with a wee digi voice recorder, in preparation for my next trips – Assynt next week, and Ben Dorain the week after.

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