James Dyas Davidson:
Reclaim.
James Dyas Davidson:
Tomnaverie recumbent and flankers.
James Dyas Davidson:
No more bothy nights
James Dyas Davidson:
Abandoned Upper Watererne
James Dyas Davidson:
At the bedroom window, Upper Watererne
James Dyas Davidson:
As one door closes
James Dyas Davidson:
Broken banister on the landing
James Dyas Davidson:
Rusty red roof of Jock's barn.
James Dyas Davidson:
The panes of abandonment.
James Dyas Davidson:
Their memories of home burn bright
James Dyas Davidson:
They were too vulnerable to survive.
James Dyas Davidson:
Feint traces of migration.
James Dyas Davidson:
No sign of them yet.
James Dyas Davidson:
Snow circle.
James Dyas Davidson:
Postman's been.
James Dyas Davidson:
The furthest from home she'd ever been was Aberdeen
James Dyas Davidson:
It became a land framed by barbed wire and inescapable poverty.
James Dyas Davidson:
Cured of their long term economic evils.
James Dyas Davidson:
Abandoned graffiti
James Dyas Davidson:
He could lie there and stare at the ceiling for as long as he liked. It wouldn't change a thing.
James Dyas Davidson:
Everything is displaced, face it.
James Dyas Davidson:
He knew he'd run out of options. Their future was clearly marked out for them.
James Dyas Davidson:
She always said she heard voices behind the wall.
James Dyas Davidson:
Letters from relatives abroad gave them hope about their new life.
James Dyas Davidson:
His love of Magritte was too much for her.
James Dyas Davidson:
Her obsession with Tolkien only became apparent once they had left.
James Dyas Davidson:
Human movement, glacial movement.
James Dyas Davidson:
Long Hill Woods
James Dyas Davidson:
Near Tarland
James Dyas Davidson:
Keiselguhr
