Time and Magic

Magic and Time Time, at some points and places, stretches. Days seem longer, the mind translates the passage of the sun in ways which are not, perhaps, normal. When I was eight, my family moved to Stromness, Orkney. The month…
Magic and Time Time, at some points and places, stretches. Days seem longer, the mind translates the passage of the sun in ways which are not, perhaps, normal. When I was eight, my family moved to Stromness, Orkney. The month…
This photograph was (and probably still is) the most reblogged and liked on my tumblr account. I haven’t really used tumblr properly for some years now (which is scary, realising that it is now years). When I recently looked in…
Last week I posted a very short ghost story, rather than the longer blog I had intended to share. All that piece needed was some final editing, some smoothing and perhaps a spot of gentle carving, but that was it.…
Five years ago today I left behind the life I had fashioned for myself, left behind England and the city I had lived in for nine years, left behind friends and lovers, and all the streets, buildings, parks and ginnels…
I will probably craft a number of these posts, not on this exact subject per se, but on the myriad of writing opportunities the wilderness and wilderness skills world offer me… I may even create a new category, makes sense. It…