The shape of The Shale Basin, soon to be wintered, shading the bed of the Puget Sound, etching, at anchor, an orbit in the near-frozen water, caught between kelp and canopy of cloud. Low, early December sunlight casting long shadows, shafting the surface; an ever-complicated dance. Slow repetition, return and feign of … Continue reading The Shale Basin.
'An easy to moderate climb', the guidebook promises. But, halfway up Catbells' spine, she turns to me and says, "I can't carry on anymore." We had followed in footprints of dead Roman legions. I'd even seen her walking on her hands on Tynemouth beaches. But, she can't carry on anymore. We covered … Continue reading An Easy To Moderate Climb.