on my birthday, staggered through to the wolf moon tonight and musing on the wondrous gift of another half-c of weeks to explore. I’ll bake some Madeleines and plot my antics. Not much down yet, a house to move into, rope ties for the hammock or first plant the trees for it, Cadiz waiting for me out there in the mist, another cape to bag at Trafalgar. I’d like to see another mountain. The St Kilda cliffs would be special. I’m out there now with Hammond Innes with the waves getting too high for the LCAs. I’ve always wanted to see Harris, I could jump off from there? I’m still yearning.
