Ramble on

So, a ramble up Sorrel Hill, with the brother, the other day.  A little less gruelling than our last outing.  Cold and a fog blew in for a few minutes but otherwise quite pleasant.  A friend of mine told me recently that two years of rain seems to have kept people off the mountains and […]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.