After All This Time

The compulsion to press my face against the train window and drink in that timeless view. The string of ‘Remember when’s that tumbled from my lips like fairy-tale diamonds and pearls. The feeling of coming home.

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Chiaroscuro in Cumbria

In an instant the cloud was upon us, like tunnel vision, wreathing distant peaks and closing in on our still-distant goal. Somewhere, we had taken that all-important step beyond the everyday.

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