Aikengall is a farm at the eastern end of the Lammermuir Hills. It was a beautiful peaceful spot, but since I composed this song, the neighbouring hills have sprouted a forest of wind turbines.

Carrion crows are killed without mercy by gamekeepers and shepherds. The typical Lammermuir crow-trap is a cage of wire netting which the crow can enter to feed on the carrion bait inside, but from which it cannot escape. Doom-laden symbolism to be sure, but a blink of moorland sun soon lifts the spirits