Seasons and Memory
Whispers and Seaglass No place has but four seasons, and Alentejo is no different. Summer, yes, of course it is, but it is no longer the days of the wildflower-rich, high-sun summer, nor the screaming swift summer, nor the misty…
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The Foot of the Bed: A True Ghost Story
It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, this is a lie. It was a clear, windy, and typically Northern-Scottish-Autumn night, with the moon and stars shining through the sloped window in my attic bedroom. I had no blind or…
Clothes Make the Man?
I recently had an odd experience whilst sorting through most of the clothing I’ve kept in storage these last few years. It was peculiar, melancholic,* unsettling and, occasionally, just downright weird. Each t-shirt, each pair of jeans, even underwear —…