Largs Walk. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Sunday afternoon we walk hand in hand to the pencil the site of the Viking battle, the path is damp and wet and the shore is full of floating seaweed.
Passing dog walkers, couples old and young alike enjoying the sounds and sights of the Clyde.
Looking across the water towards Millport, island, fresh air filled our lungs as we cycled in the past bikes whirring in the summer heat.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026