Isle of Man

  • In Search of Silver

    This walk takes place in mid-March, starting in Druidale, in the central hills of the Isle of Man. As Spring awakes, something too awakes in me. A fresh breeze stirs in my chest, and I feel the need to get out there, into nature. As much, in fact, as is humanly possible.

  • Of skylarks and cottongrass

    Of skylarks and cottongrass

    The weather has broken, but that’s okay. Sometimes the island is at its most beautiful when the churning, brooding clouds sweep in across the sea like Nature’s cloak. Today, the land is cast in a muted, diffuse light. No need for sunglasses. I can see the colours of the landscape as they truly are.