The Moray Firth is vast, wild and beautiful. Examined on a map it resembles a child’s geometry exercise in triangles, with the coast between its ‘origin’ at Inverness and far-away
In 1930, a 23 year old accountant from Blackburn arrived by train for a holiday in the small town of Windermere, high above the lake that shares its name. He
(Above: passing through the Cumbrian village of Skelsmergh) The small village of Skelsmergh lies at the end of one of the long, twisty lanes that follow the valley of the
‘Our life-force begins its journey with the instincts.’ Hearing that stopped me in my tracks. It was so exact, yet, at the same time, so counter to what I would