When life is an ice shelf, get into the sea.
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Bringing in the dark nights with fire.
Food for the soul, food for the heart.
Building up to a big goodbye.
The healing power of endless curries.
Pouring one out for a real one.
A love letter to a beer that's been through it all with me.
I'm 35 and it's still the end of term.
On the top of Bray Hill on the Glencrutchery Road. During the rest of the year, it’s just somewhere to fill up the car and grab a snack. During the TT Races and the Manx GP, it’s the place to be.
Using music to find a way in the dark
Edvard Munch, and how art and nature helps me cope with BPD
