Blog, Words

Wild

The rain drives a thousand needles into my skin, sharp as pinpricks, and I raise my face to the wind and welcome the pain. My toes squelch in boots long sodden, jeans dark and soaked right through. The wind screams at me, buffeting and battering as I raise my arms and scream back at it,… Read More Wild

Blog, Outdoors, Simplicity

Raindrops

  Raindrops. A grey sky stretches on endlessly, fat drops of moisture falling, as if for ever. The vibrant shades of the valley are muted, leaves covered with a wet sheen that serves to reflect back the many colours of grey. The sound is soft, comforting. The constant splodge of hundreds of fat droplets into… Read More Raindrops