But mostly light My local world is bounded by windmills. Round hilltop towers, now shorn of their sails, some falling back to nature, others repurposed into circular homes. Many of the taller hilltops near this village are capped with a…
…and, no doubt, I’ll get things wrong. Bear with me. At this time of year, in this place, the mountain exhales at night. Her breath is cool and descends to the city below, bringing with it the scent of the…
Any day where I top 1k words in 30 minutes is a good day. It is one of those interesting statistics, how good typists are often expected to hit 80+ words-per-minute – but they are not also making up a…
I need to remind myself that not every post on here need be one of my Thirty-Nine Steps. Although I am well aware of the fact that, assuming I publish one of these every week, I am nearing the point…
I sometimes look for patterns that are not really there. Ghosts, reflections of thought now long forgotten. Recently I have been distracted from my main work by several things — messages, the awful disintegration of the UK, shiny things and…
Before any journey it is important to take a breath, a pause. Check your pack, your tickets, your passport, your fitness, your contacts, those notes you’ve made, that map you’ve printed — all these things we do by habit. Or…
