Stone the Crows by Dilys Rose

An entertaining gathering of Dilys Rose’s witty, expertly crafted and sharply observant poems: on birds, clothes, various Scottish daftnesses and more.

“We really should be more nocturnal. Roosting at dusk – think what we’re missing: mole tartare, spatchcocked frog, stoat hash? You name it, somebody’s prepped it. The shops are long shut, the coach parties toddled off. Bobble hat hikers and twitchers are holed up in B&Bs or the pub. The night is ours. How’s about we break with tradition and pick up a carryout – fresh kill, still warm?”