Peterhead

Peterhead

At the edge of the Aberdeenshire coast,
where the North Sea rolls in with a steady sigh,
the town of Peterhead clings to granite and harbour,
its streets laid out like the ribs of an old fishing boat.

Trawlers return at dawn, their holds heavy
with silver‑white haddock and glistening mackerel,
while gulls wheel above the fish market,
their cries threading through the salty breeze.

The Buchan Ness lighthouse sweeps its beam
across the water, a steady eye for wanderers,
and the old prison walls stand sombre,
reminding residents of harder times endured.

Yet the people here speak with a firm, warm tongue,
their laughter loud in the local pub,
where a dram of whisky is shared
and the future is faced with the same stubborn tide
that has shaped this harbour for generations.