Splanky I—Atlantic

Stopping God

It is so beautiful up here: it is a stopping place. Sylvia Plath, Berck-Plage Many years ago when I was living in Rome—between jobs, between apartments, between relationships, already too old to

Skara Brae

That day of the scuttle centenary, while they laid their waterproof wreaths and rang their bell, I had been up at Skaill Bay on the west coast of Mainland, as they call the