It’s Poetry Week for Vulpes Libris, so how happy was I that I had a beautiful new poem about mucking out the byre to write about. Jim Carruth’s Killochries is simply lovely to read, taking no more than an evening, maybe even a longish train commute. Short lines, fine words, the story of a messed-up man sent by his mum to a relative’s hill farm to work there for a year and sort himself out.
If you like fox observation, the strong lines of a hill in snow, the struggle to get lambs feeding, or the anger of a grumpy bullock, get thee to Freight Books and order your slice of farming life now.
Kate Macdonald 