Alladale Portrait There is a vale called Alladale
Where words and worldy worries fail Where sound is keen and fleet as feather The wind that whispers through the heather The roar and gurgle of the stream The splash foretold by salmon’s gleam There is a vale at Alladale Where bothies sit on rafts of shale Their hearths ablaze, their flagstones warm A brief respite against the storm And yet presiding over these Above the newly planted trees Below the freshly moistened peat A place where many journeys meet A homely house, where we convene To wear and talk of all things green Beneath the frame of Georgian gables Swapping anecdotes and fables Building bridges to hereafter Fortified with wine and laughter There is a vale called Alladale Where troubles fled and skies were pale Where friends were made and days unfurled Towards a brave and verdant world!
Charlie Ottley Poet, Author and Presenter
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