Yesterday I was borrowing wood from the forest. I was gathering up the scrappy pieces of timber and trees that had lain over winter. I needed them for a fire. This is the beneficial litter on the forest floor,…
Yesterday I was borrowing wood from the forest. I was gathering up the scrappy pieces of timber and trees that had lain over winter. I needed them for a fire. This is the beneficial litter on the forest floor,…
The river flowed, fully formed, it seemed, a barrage of gushing water, out from the wide mouth of a cave that was made out of ice. For some yards it was airborne, a tremendous arching spout, ablaze with the elemental…
While angling my mobile phone skyward in the village, trying to tease some reception out of a dearth of electro-magnetic skeins, an old man ambled towards me over the bridge. His face was entirely blackened by soot and grey ashes,…