Farewell Asia, Hello Europe

My, aren’t you dark and cold? Here, in the town at the end of the world*, where the railway and road run out of room and the sea has a beginning, the light is always magically special. This is the…
My, aren’t you dark and cold? Here, in the town at the end of the world*, where the railway and road run out of room and the sea has a beginning, the light is always magically special. This is the…
In my experience, taking a decent photograph of a squirrel is never as easy as it should be. They, and particularly the ridiculously fast Scottish red squirrel, often turn into streaks of blurred fur. So I am a bit pleased…