Luath authors are always willing to get out and about, none moreso than Liz Niven, who, as writer in residence at Inverness airport, held workshops and readings in the unlikeliest of places, such as airport lounges and air traffic control towers.

As part of a community arts project with Highlands and Islands Airports, Liz set out to raise awareness of the importance of air transpoort to the remote regions of Scotland, and write new poetry from her experiences. She says her favourite memory was 'flying low over Scotland, from Shetland down to Inverness in a two-man plane called The Wee Dram. The October sun shone all down The Great Glen and I realised what a privilege this was.'

A special documentary, Poet on a Plane, was broadcast on Scottish Television and Grampian in August, and Liz's new book Burning Whins (PBK £8.99), includes many of the poems created during her residency.

Frost
over Ardesier
October morning
fine icing sugar
dusting
the bens
a world still
wakening
white voids ahead
visibile through
the open cockpit door

I'm being delivered
with the papers
on the Stornoway flight
Highland Airways
four seats for folk
sixteen for newspapers
wrapped in their
grey sleeping bags

we are in the minority here
all this print
might weigh me down
so many words to choose
from