Despite having grown up in Brontë country, I’m rather a latecomer to their work. However, I’ve now happily embraced the drama, brooding menfolk and romantic portrayals of the moors. This weekend I…
Tag: walking
There is something very charming about a clapper bridge. At its simplest, a large stone propped across a stream from bank to bank. They are somewhat rough and ready, but…
My mornings begin early. We have settled back into our familiar school and workday rhythm after a somewhat idle summer. The world is still grey when I draw back the…
The summer has passed in the blink of an eye, as summers are wont to do. It was neither a spectacular, hazy hot summer nor completely wet and windy. By some…