Everything was in alignment. The Gods had spoken. I had no choice in the matter: it was Fate.
On Tuesday, I looked at my calendar and saw that there was to be be a full moon on Thursday. I checked the weather and it was predicted to be completely clearing up on Wednesday evening. I checked the sunset time: 8.05pm. The moonrise: 7.05pm. Perfect! I must go to my favourite spot on the coast for photographs after work. I would not have to worry about getting back from the sea to the road – an hour’s walk – before the last light of dusk faded, because I would have the moon to guide me. I walked the route in late twilight … read on »
Archive for April, 2009…
How I Began Hillwalking
My brother and I have not been up many mountains in the past couple of years, so it feels like a good time to take stock of this aspect of my life, and who knows, it might help me make an effort to get things going again.
When I was a pale skinny ghost of a youth, still aimlessly haunting my hometown of Largs in Ayrshire, an Australian appeared amongst our group of friends for a short time. The town was a stop-off in his travelling, and I have forgotten his name, but something he said has stayed with me ever since. He was talking to me about all the places in Scotland he had been to, and asking me about … read on »
Vegan Baking
“…we’re constantly impressed with the leaps and bounds being made in the world of vegan baking.” [1]
I happened upon this somewhere on the web today, and it caught my attention. But why? I’m not vegan or vegetarian, and would probably never consider becoming either. I do have a good friend who is vegan, but I’ve never baked for her and don’t particularly intend to (sorry Mads). I don’t even like cakes very much.
One can find things on the web that are far more absurd, amusing and stupid, but something about the bland affectedness of this phrase really grabbed me. “We’re constantly impressed.” Really? What do you mean? The extent to which you are impressed never changes? Every time you hear … read on »
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