Station Island – the Sequence VIII

The mood has changed: the soothing clear water of VII is replaced by the sombre turbulence of some Wagnerian overture. From his kneeling ‘station’ at the hard mouth of St Brigid’s Bed our staring pilgrim is conscious of darkening nature around him (Black water … granite airy space), of strengthening wind (White waves. Furrows snowcapped. A magpie … staggered), of […]