The Shelter Stone

A different coffee from the last two weeks & two bags.

We passed a line of tired looking runners as we ran along the dirt track towards the sea.

Behind the Tesco Metro.

Mork Borg Heretic

So far, so deliciously funky.

Whenever I try to write about running & climbing, I always fall into the trap of attempting to narrativize each moment almost frame-by-frame, which, quite frankly, I’m both bad at and bored by.

The Narrator, Michael Cisco, 2010 A category of post shamelessly taken from Paul Graham Raven.

It wasn’t the news that Elon Musk purchased the largest individual stake in Twitter that nudged me back to trying my hand at blogging on WordPress again.