He is a farmer his family has been on this land 80 years was born here in the front room has never moved an inch
married the girl all the boys were chasing from the town one over and they stayed now both bent with age retired really farming in name only the fences shot and just a few head of beef being grazed to be able to say it’s what they do
obvious he’s planned to be buried here probably up the side valley where they say their...
It happened like it always does; phone call out of nothing someone with that voice and you know before the words come out that a life has done its run
I hired him myself remember the day well him too young for the work we do “sorry mate, the young one’s always cause us pain” but his dad asked me honest sat at my kitchen table said his boy was no good as a fisherman’s son “gets seasick. Hopeless case. But he can work, he works real good”
so I said ok broke my rule hired a seventeen year old ...
I met love in the open met it at 19 and didn’t know it figured it for easy come easy go watched it live walked from it year by year by making work matter more than her and watched love die in the dirt unknowing
came home one night to her tears blues songs “there’s another man” then knew love truly in the hammerbeat of regret that lasted more years than I’ll ever say aloud
they’re all wearing knives worn across their chests on thick leather belts over heavy yellow wet weather gear not one of them clean shaven and one or two with their rain-gear slicked red/brown with dried or drying blood lambing time on this island so bloody work and the knives to end lambing problems that a sharp pull can’t fix
busy time of year for these people so important I don’t waste words as they gather in front of me in the old...