Bright lights, dark faces

Bright lights, dark faces, a theatrical stage or an interrogation; which response will this be, paranoia or exhilaration? Tracing my thoughts back to the steep, winding climbs of the Berriedale Braes, the heady heights of the cliffs of Caithness, the storm into the harbour at John O’Groats where even the island of Stroma was hidden in … Continue reading Bright lights, dark faces

Great Expectations

As much as I have pilfered the title, there’ll be no Dickensian quotes here, rest assured. I’m convinced I’m viewed as melodramatic enough. Starting in the middle of a tale just wouldn’t be protocol so I’ll backtrack a tad and summarise. I used to be a runner. Not to any degree of professionalism, I already had … Continue reading Great Expectations