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A daily ritual. Lighting the wood stove and watching the little flames grow. From a glow of last nights embers to ragged flames. From the fireside I think about how this year I rekindled a little fire. It was just… A Daily Ritual

A Daily Ritual

The next phase was Musselburgh. Plucked from teuchter life and dropped into a council house on the edge of Edinburgh. No more sheep shit. Just slabs and snails. Still wet, still wild in its own way. We found snails in… Musselburgh

Musselburgh