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2022年7月18日 · prose,short post,poetry,Iceland,4 minute read
It’s the middle of July and I’m spending my first summer for many many years in the south of...
2022年5月14日 · Fundraiser,Norman Nicholson
This is a post about the project to buy and renovate the house of the Cumbrian poet Norman...
2021年4月10日 · football,Blackpool FC
A lot of snow and cold winds this week. An attempted hike ended in painfully numb cheeks and a ...
2021年3月24日 · football,prose,Blackpool FC,7 minute read
The following is a few comments on Blackpool’s excellent performance in last night’s 3-1 home win...
2021年3月10日 · short post,weather,prose,3 minute read,Iceland
Sunshine, rain, and unseasonably warm temperatures have pushed winter from the minds of those in...
2021年2月3日 · short post,prose,mental health,weather
I'm walking home, striding in my docs on a thin dusting of snow, and warm in my fake fur hat. I...
I’ve been on the phone off and on for hours trying to sort some boring bureaucratic mess. In the...
2020年12月1日 · short post
As the sun rose on our final week in this miraculous place, I realise how lucky we’ve been. The...
We were struggling to work in the city—perhaps it’s the fact that suddenly everyone is working...
Autumn winds means fierce weather and moody skies. The sea is turquoise and flecked with white,...
The following text consists of some descriptions and observations from a hiking route through the...
2020年10月2日 · prose
When I plan an expedition or hike I sometimes spend hours, weeks or even months planning and...
2020年9月24日
Thursday 24th September. The first northern lights this side of summer. My fingers ache and...
2020年9月8日 · prose
The following text describes something of a route up the mountain of Kistufell, one of the...
2020年3月23日
Up and up through a cranny in the cliff face, funnelled through a notch and hemmed in by dry...
2020年3月20日
This is clearly a difficult time in every regard, and I’m sure you’ll all be experiencing some...
2020年2月12日
Crows caw ominously. One huge shifting mass, they spiral upward together in a swirling blackness,...
[Forgive what will of course be only a slightly frazzled snapshot of the broader picture--I'm so...
White snow the colour of a bird’s egg, a pure evening hue of pale blue. Parallel strips of cloud,...
Sometimes I have this need to feel poetry in me, to have some sort of lyricism for the world – to...
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