By: Vague Where does a day go? In fact, where does time go in general? I’ve been out here for over three weeks now, yet it barely seems any time at all. My days recently have been full of shelter building (more on this later) but a large percentage of any day is given…
Category: Musings
Backwoods Wilderness Cooking
By: Vague I’ve always been inspired by a phrase or two in Raymond Mears’ very first book. In this he says how any fool can act the hard man and eat unnecessarily bland food and goes on to say how there is a real skill in transforming such food into something to make the…
Morning Tea
By: Vague It is nearly ten in the morning. I was just sat idly thinking when it struck me that I would normally have been at work for two hours by now. Instead, what have I done? I’ve laid in my hammock watching the light slowly creep across the glen. I stayed there watching…
Sunday Evening, Monday Morning
By: Vague As I write this it is Sunday evening, about half past seven. I have had no mobile reception for several days now and intend to walk back around the coast a little way tomorrow (weather permitting) to try and send this and see if anyone has been in touch. It is odd…
Vague Wanderings
By: Vague The outdoors. It is an interesting word in itself – carrying connotation and loaded meaning. Why choose a word that pretty much encompasses the whole world and turn it into “us and them”? Out of doors. In other words, not a safe, man-made place. Something beyond the barrier; frightening, and not to…
Time and Overconsumption
By: Patrick ‘Time is not money; time is life.’ This sentence is from an article written in the 1960s. The article quotes a recent passage from ‘The Times’ in which it was shown that Americans in fact work just as hard in the 1960s as they did in the 1850s despite the introduction of machines and…
Time; Our Friend
By: Hugin Five hours ago I had a ‘blast from the past’ – a really valuable experience. It was finding a story I had written when I was ten, not so juvenile as to be laughable, but with that overriding air of innocence that unfortunately cannot be preserved for day-to-day adult living. Human kind…
An Informative Trip
By: Charlie Charles Anyone that spends time around people will watch what those other people do, but how often do you actually notice the people? I have been guilty of looking at overweight, tall, ugly, frilly or bright colour wearing individuals and sniggering inwardly at my far superior choice of clothes or diet. However,…
Welcome to the Jungle
By: Patrick Stepping off the bus, I felt that old, constricting dread surge through my system. London has had this effect on me for as long as I can remember. It’s as if the limitless dreams and possibilities that this great city evokes in so many flood my system and overwhelm me, mutating into…
Tortoises and Hares
By: Patrick According to Walter Benjamin, in 1839 it was considered elegant to take a tortoise out walking. Such was the pace of life that society’s flâneurs and idlers chose to lead. Looking at the endless array of advertisements on the London Underground for cognitive enhancers to ward off idleness and promote a more…