Gig

There's a place. Where the cold wet winds of the west meet the warmer, stronger winds of the east. To the south of this place there is a river that runs northward. As it enters the Loch there is a bridge on which we can cross. It forms an epicentre from which all is well and all that is not well is veiled. if only for a second. When you reach this point you will be drawn west by the view, the towering cityscape juxtaposed against the tranquility of the marshy glens which roam for miles to the east. For you this place may be different, in fact i am sure it will be, the feeling for each of us when we find it though is intrinsically the same.Home.*** Jefferson Earl Jones***