Cluden

 Cluden

 The smoke rushes though the chimney and into the open air. It swirls though the giant ever green Douglas Firs. It leaves the branches sooty and charred. I see the run down hut beside the rambling Lindis which is surrounded by old Willows. The grass is full of silt from floods which slowly gets combed out when it rains. We get ready to swim and cross the Lindis river to go to the Spa pool. I slide down the water fall into the glassy pool below. I am under water.I feel my feet touch the gravely bottom and I push to the surface.