I'm not really that
comfortable posting pictures of people, especially us, as the main subject. It feels a little self-centred when walking is, for me at least, partly about leaving the 'self' - losing it, not finding it. Being quiet enough to listen to the landscape, which has more to say, more eloquently than I can ever manage. Anyway, I got weirdly transfixed when I looked at at a few shots, seeing our body language change over the two weeks.
|right up the Col|
|working on that thousand yard stare...|
|...broadsword to danny boy|
Yesterday, a work colleague described our little walk as 'completely cutting yourself off'. He wasn't being unkind, it just seemed that way to him. Isn't that funny - far from it, and from what, my good man?! Do you want the red pill, or the blue pill...