Tag Archives: Winter

Between Gales (January 2015)

You wake to deep grey darkness. No spark to lighten your tentative walk to the kitchen trying to avoid the curled up dog. Communication utilities are dead. But then the comfort of candles, of a roaring fire, a coffee with … Continue reading

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On a freezing cold January day

the other shore  (looking over to N.Uist) southeasterly you push and bite and shout at me but then I feel like every single cell has been cleared free from old dust

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