Above the sky, clouds streak, they bob and pass along in a mild manner more befitting a dodgy old man with walking stick than amorphous miracles of nature which humans will idly observe into definable form. There a cow. A cat. Now a ship. Stretched into a dragon. A boy reading a book. A griffin …
Liveliness: Visiting Inverness
I’m rather lagging with these “Visiting” posts but I’ll delve into the epic saga of recent days when it is relevant to general interest. In short form, it basically means I’ll soon have a distinctive London theme to my topics. For now, I do somewhat miss the northern skies of Inverness. It feels very much …