The first few days it rained almost solidly. Between cups of tea and chocolate-sunk biscuits, we turned pages of books as the raindrops tapped the caravan windows. Reading Kathleen Jamie’s Findings, I imagined myself in an alternative weather reality hoping that, in a few days, I’d be able to get outside and note all the intricacies of the summer season like she had in her novel. This … Continue reading A postcard from… Lochaber, and some thoughts on slow travel
If I could travel north every weekend, I would. And if I could choose, I’d go to Camusdarach beach, between the small settlements of Arisaig and Mallaig.