Eyes in Carlisle that may follow you; eyes of the lads keeping check on difference, sussing you out, sniffing your soul for what? Who knows?
Who is more paranoid – them or me?

The brightness of Caldbeck, sweet Caldbeck and Uldale - high up where the sunlight is raw and the entirety of Solway can be mapped out below; the straight road over, still Roman marked, blisters in its exposed seat here. The joke is with the Crows, high-butting the wind full on. No escape. Whistling.