A personal collection of poems based on my memories.These days in the sixties were a special time especially for someone growing up. Cullen is a mgical place and anyone who has ever visited will attest to.It is a small village on the Moray Firth in the North East of Scotland.Fishing was once the mainstay employment of Cullen, nowadays it is totally different. Although the main road from inverness to Fraserburgh road runs through the town ,it still retains a air of being somehow different and cut off from the world. On the shore of Cullen bay stands rock formations, of a rich reddish rock,called the "Three KIngs" so named after a battle fought there in the past.The legend states that three kings died in this battle.In history a battle did take place there called "Battle of Bauds"fought between scots and norsemen.Indulph was the scots leader not much is known about the Norsemen suffice to say they probably came from Orkney.In the village of Portknockie nearby a Pictish stronghold once flourished.A magical place