{"id":6320,"date":"2021-01-15T13:13:44","date_gmt":"2021-01-15T13:13:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=6320"},"modified":"2021-01-15T13:20:10","modified_gmt":"2021-01-15T13:20:10","slug":"in-the-highlands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/01\/15\/in-the-highlands\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Highlands"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was lying in bed bed with my cousin Morag<\/p>\n<p>An unusual arrangement<\/p>\n<p>But this was only a dream<\/p>\n<p>And unusual things happen in dreams<\/p>\n<p>The harsh henry winds were battering the frail windows<\/p>\n<p>Of the cottage but they were quite regular<\/p>\n<p>And not to be feared as some northerly winds are<\/p>\n<p>Later in the day Morag and I were going to see Ross County play<\/p>\n<p>My team were actually Cally Thistle but they were playing away in Dundee<\/p>\n<p>Morag was wearing a pair of men&#8217;s pyjamas<\/p>\n<p>Which pleased me as I was a homosexual of many years guilt<\/p>\n<p>She wore them to hide her rather large bottom<\/p>\n<p>To me her bottom was not all that ugly<\/p>\n<p>It was just that it was rather large<\/p>\n<p>She did not mind me seeing her bottom<\/p>\n<p>As she considered that my sexuality<\/p>\n<p>Disqualified me from having an opinion<\/p>\n<p>Although I visited Inverness quite frequently<\/p>\n<p>I did it for selfish reasons as I loved the snow<\/p>\n<p>And was sad that the locals treated it with such contempt<\/p>\n<p>My cousin Morag like me loved the snow<\/p>\n<p>Noting that she would never ever move south<\/p>\n<p>As she thought it would be too hot for her<\/p>\n<p>We went to the football match together in Dingwall that afternoon<\/p>\n<p>Where Ross County beat Alloa by a goal to nil<\/p>\n<p>It was a rather physical game which saw two players sent off<\/p>\n<p>But we enjoyed the battle nonetheless even though it was raw and bleak<\/p>\n<p>I managed to take a cold back to my small London house<\/p>\n<p>As my constitution was soft and could not stand the harsh Highlands<\/p>\n<p>My cousin Morag was the total opposite and she thought nothing of walking in all weathers<\/p>\n<p>Dressed in only in jeans and what could be considered a summer sweater or a cardigan<\/p>\n<p>She was never ill and had only visited hospital once about five years ago<\/p>\n<p>When she fell from her bicycle on a frozen road and broke her arm<\/p>\n<p>I do not know when I will be visiting the Highlands again<\/p>\n<p>As dreams occur and are not ordered<\/p>\n<p>I will have to wait until I find myself naked in Morag&#8217;s bed<\/p>\n<p>Next to my Scottish cousin in her men&#8217;s pyjamas<\/p>\n<p>It is likely that I will be staring at her bedroom ceiling<\/p>\n<p>That was last painted brilliant white two years before I was born<\/p>\n<p>The ghost of her maternal grandfather lingers in the room<\/p>\n<p>I see him flitting and working within the bright shadows<\/p>\n<p>When he died most of the town turned out for his funeral<\/p>\n<p>As he was the greatest painter and decorator Inverness had ever known<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was lying in bed bed with my cousin Morag An unusual arrangement But this was only a dream And unusual things happen in dreams The harsh henry winds were battering the frail windows Of the cottage but they were quite regular And not to be feared as some northerly winds are Later in the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6320"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6320"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6320\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6320"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6320"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6320"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}