By: Lydia Crow “At the right moment in time, at the point where I had finally secured a moderately average salary, in a city I loved which was filled with friends, and a freedom I had not felt for many a year, I decided to throw everything into chaos.” – Alexander Michael Crow …
Category: Vague
The Woman at the Foot of the Bed
By: Vague It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, this is a lie. It was a clear, windy, and typically Northern-Scottish-Autumn night, with the moon shining through the sloped window in my attic bedroom. I had no blind or curtain, not a problem in winter, but at this latitude summers are light, all…
Minisode #1: Flotsam and Jetsam
By: Vague The first time I heard the phrase, ‘Flotsam and Jetsam’, was when I was first reading The Lord of the Rings, where it is the title of a chapter. At least that is how my memory deems it; I may have known of it before, but it certainly stuck in my mind…
Introduction – A Return
By: Vague It is now over a year since I left my ‘proper’ job and ventured, quite literally, into the unknown. I have returned to the shelter I built, to once again spend the Fall out in the woods, along the beaches, across the moors and up the mountains. I started a blog piece a…
Events, Happenings (Part II): The End of This Chapter
By: Vague I will apologise in advance if this piece is overly long and ‘wall-of-text-esque’; I want to wrap up the adventure in a cosy blanket of words in order to move on to another few projects, and it only seems fair to the last few months to ensure I do them justice; no…
Events, Happenings (Part I).
By: Vague So. Events, Happenings. But first, I’m going to backtrack to cover one or two other points I wish to share. This is likely to be the last piece for a short while in Vague Wanderings, I will soon be cloistered away, first finishing my Christmas presents and writing a few letters, then…
Events and Happenings (A Taster)…
By: Vague And snow it did. When I awoke at half past six on Friday, it was still very cold but dry. Stars were visible and I wondered if I would get any snow at all. By the time I had fanned the fire back to life the stars had disappeared and a few…
A Part of Nature
By: Vague As I write there has been no rain for eleven days. This is a welcome change from the storms and constant downpour of the previous few weeks. It has meant I’ve had to return to the burn to collect my water, as my other source down the gorge has nearly totally dissipated. Fortunately…
Journey’s End
By: Vague I left you on a bit of a cliffhanger in my last piece; I didn’t know what was going to happen myself. I was ill, in fact I would have to say that was the most unwell I’ve been for nearly two years. Even swine flu had nothing on that. So, what…
A Cautionary Tale
By: Vague So, what has happened since my last piece? I’ve been quite busy, at least up until yesterday when things took a worrying twist, but more on this later. While you were all busy watching fireworks last weekend I indulged in viewing and learning the original night sky decorations. Both Friday and Saturday…