I feel like anyone who has ever done this before probably felt the same way as me right now, I'm not sure I really want to write, it feels weird writing anything with the prospect of posting it for anyone/no one to see. It feels very self involved, but I want to document what I'm up to and since I tend to be pretty difficult to get hold of at the best times this is probably the best way of keeping track of me, Mum. Who knows it might be interesting.
Next week I to head to New Zealand, a 3 week stop in Australia on the way, with the aim of working my way around, hopefully with different "craftspeople", taking photos, designing, making, learning new skills, developing existing ones, and keeping a record here. I doubt I will write a huge amount (writing's never really been my thing) but I will be posting plenty of photos.
So here goes...
Monday night, having been tipped off that the Northern Lights could be making an appearance, I drove up to Glenshee to make a last ditch effort to see them before I head south. Hiking up Sunnyside, solo, in dense fog and pitch black was an experience, the immense noise that a rutting stag makes is super eerie and it's pretty crazy how quickly your mind wanders into the realms of the supernatural, and how quickly you snap out of it as breathlessness kicks in. I reached the summit in the cloud and settled in to wait for it to clear. On the ascent a vague green glow behind the cloud had kept my hopes up, it cleared and so did any remnants of the storm. It was hard to be disappointed, the cloud gave way to a rad nights sky.
A cheeky reminder that home isn't so bad.
Next week I to head to New Zealand, a 3 week stop in Australia on the way, with the aim of working my way around, hopefully with different "craftspeople", taking photos, designing, making, learning new skills, developing existing ones, and keeping a record here. I doubt I will write a huge amount (writing's never really been my thing) but I will be posting plenty of photos.
So here goes...
Monday night, having been tipped off that the Northern Lights could be making an appearance, I drove up to Glenshee to make a last ditch effort to see them before I head south. Hiking up Sunnyside, solo, in dense fog and pitch black was an experience, the immense noise that a rutting stag makes is super eerie and it's pretty crazy how quickly your mind wanders into the realms of the supernatural, and how quickly you snap out of it as breathlessness kicks in. I reached the summit in the cloud and settled in to wait for it to clear. On the ascent a vague green glow behind the cloud had kept my hopes up, it cleared and so did any remnants of the storm. It was hard to be disappointed, the cloud gave way to a rad nights sky.
A cheeky reminder that home isn't so bad.
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