Good Reads for Bad Days
I’m writing this in the little blip that exists in all our lives between Christmas and new Year. It’s like a temporary truce in festivities. The party poppers remain silent, […]
I’m writing this in the little blip that exists in all our lives between Christmas and new Year. It’s like a temporary truce in festivities. The party poppers remain silent, […]
If you are in the Scottish hills one winter’s day and you see a Victorian climber step cutting his way up an ice gully don’t panic, you’re not seeing a […]
Looking down through the ice that masks the surface of the river Kingie I marvel at the clarity of the water. I can see all the way down, perhaps eight […]