Rising Above the White Noise : Blue at the Langstrath Birch

There was nothing but white noise. I was standing in the centre of it, shaking from the adrenalin that surged through me with the fear of slipping as I jumped from one wet rock to another, trying to keep myself steady while holding a 44-metre spread of sixty words that were weighty with water. At… Read More

Waiting for the stars

When the sun has dipped below the western horizon but it’s not yet dark all around is velvetine. The fells become a felted mesh of colours: browned bracken; grass made luminous green by the simmering light; crags greyed and subdued now there are no certain shadows, their harshness is hidden by the half-dim; trees lose… Read More