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