Squirrel
My grandma hoarded everything,
my mum gave it all away,
I follow in my grandmother’s footsteps,
as we did in the childhood game.
We are creative, We are old, We are sods. Cos.
My grandma hoarded everything,
my mum gave it all away,
I follow in my grandmother’s footsteps,
as we did in the childhood game.
Mountain rescue in 55 words
A wise old man once told me that the best teaching is incidental
Drifting mist of cool early dawn
reveals dew-spangled spiderwebs.
Heavy boughs laden with berries
ripe fruits lie fallen beneath.
Warm golden glow of low evening sun
enriches fiery leaf hues.
Soft darkness encroaches, nature nestles
shorter days herald winter’s rest.
Golden Falls and Geysirs
Jewels and Silver Fish
Ice Caves and Dragons
Black Rock and Brimstone
Alternative interpretations of a traditional rhyme to teach children the days of the week.
There’s a sense of freedom to walking in the wide open spaces of the hills, that you just don’t get from a stroll in the park with all its clutter and constant chatter. As you reconnect with the simplicity and timelessness of the landscape, a sense of perspective returns, and cares are shed in waves. There’s a natural resonance, similar to being fully absorbed in a good piece of music, and all else is left behind.