the lie of the land

 

Keith loves it down here. He told me one night - whispered into my ear and everything. Loves a stroll down the road to here and then sprints up and down the grass, looks at the sea while keeping a wary eye open for the sheeps hereabouts. Keith is not too keen on sheeps since a small one chased him on Paul the Crofter's croft. The beach doesn't appeal to keith much either. He stands by the edge of the track and thinks that's far enough.