I move away from home in two days. That's a scary thing to think about, you know, moving away. It does have a creeping habit, though, change, of making you reminisce. As per usual, on walking the dog over the dunes (I'm starting to think that this blog is my dog projecting his thoughts through … Continue reading Before I Wander
Freeze. Stop. Don't move. There are other words I could pick I suppose, more exciting and elegant, but that's not what this is. This is about before you've said those words. On walks across sand dunes and in muddy woods, it has occurred to me that my favourite place to be would be in the … Continue reading The World is Bigger Than You, Buttercup.