On the path, before the yawning wood, there stood a sign. A crooked, nailed-together affair assembled from three planks and a rotting post. Covered in the crusty lime of lichen and dry bird droppings. Down the path, from a sunny wheatgrass field, gained a sound of horseshoes. Two sets, and a jangle of spurs. Someone whistled. The steps slowed, […]
Out on the moor, there stood a red deer. A fuzzy-antlered buck. It surveyed the rippling moor. Veritable waves of purple heather and gold wheatgrass under a cathedral of driving clouds. It sniffed languidly. The moor smelt of honeycomb and alfalfa. It chewed, kept back to munching the floral scrub. There was a whistling in the […]
Green waves beat over the dinghy's pointed prow. Nils raised a hand for the sting of salt, hunched bobbing at the little boat's forward bench. Ahead, over a rolling field of choppy emerald, showed a stone-strewn shore; wet, black and shining under a diffuse and shrouded sun. He turned about, clutched the dinghy gunwale. "That's […]