Beginnings and Awakenings
Parts of a Whole In the morning, the great looming bulk of the Vercors Massif is lit pink with the dawn, a line sliding down the cliff face to meet the trees below, the tenacious patches of snow a constant…
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A Work In Progress
…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…
Time
It’s been a while. In recent months I have mostly been using tumblr as a dump for wordcounts and little more. I used to do this in a private instance, where I would also record details of a day, such…
Edinburgh, Spring, Paths, and Empathy
I am in Edinburgh for a day more before I retreat back into the north once again. One of the beautiful things about currently living at the top tip of Scotland is that spring is later there – the trees were only just…