Sunset Cyclist
‘Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.’ – Voltaire
Ealing Studios
Looking across Edinburgh from Craigmillar Castle.
‘Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.’ – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
As a guy in my 40s who has battled depression since my teens, this was one of the most important lessons I have probably ever learned.
Hiraeth is a Welsh word that has no direct English translation. It describes a longing or nostalgia for home or places of your past. A lot of my past was lived along this stretch of prom in North Wales. These days I mainly run along it, but it will always remind me of the heady… Continue reading Hiraeth