“When we’d cleared the ground, I looked down at the green pompoms of trees, and at towns with their brick-red roofs, each town like an octopus, with the arms of roads spreading out into the green and pale green and yellow and gold. For the first time, I saw the sense in the pattern on my dad’s Harris Tweed jacket. All of the colors were there, even the neatness of fields blocked out by hedges.“
-Paul Watkins, Stand before Your God
Photo: Holland and Sherry Harris Tweed gun club at De Oost.
–Pete
