Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Bridge

Fat land, moss wadded, pushes against my feet, carrying me   to the bridge; held in the scent of warm brine and red fescue.   Swaddled by wind fingers, I … Continue reading

January 22, 2020 · Leave a comment

Ullapool – Remembrance Sunday 2019 (Hebrides)

1 The sun absent; the moon a papercut. Hibernal lowery. An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel. A faint gruffling noise as something brushed against the chalet door; a … Continue reading

October 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

Oil and Algae

We tramped through narrow dew set paths lined with gorse, it’s barbed wire limbs waving warning trophies of rent clothing; a BMX, abandoned in the no man’s land of briar … Continue reading

April 22, 2019 · Leave a comment

Nairn

Saltwater seethes from the Black Isle to tease an endless beach; sea touching sky with a palette of blue green and haze grey. Rothko shimmers quickening the landscape   painting … Continue reading

April 10, 2019 · 6 Comments