Blog on Loughrigg

Blog on Loughrigg

Can it really have been ten years? I count the steps. I am climbing Loughrigg, near Grasmere, an easy enough task – I think – to check out my muscles and lungs, to get back onto the hill, to re-ignite the flame of a lost love. I can’t remember the last...
Urban Dawn

Urban Dawn

They’re on patrol again this morning: my squadron of spitfire-birds. Circling, diving, turning against a deep blue, cotton-wool flecked sky. Fluffy, white clouds somnolently drift; wind-blown across the morning-blue backdrop. Raucous ravens caw in the treetops. Tits...