Yesterday, my other half and I tried to take a stroll around the foot of the Brucehill Cliffs. It was a gloriously crisp and frosty afternoon, perfect for rambling. But we were thwarted. There is only one access point down the Cliff face , and it was dangerously iced over.
We spent some time walking back and forth along the Cliff’s back.
I will need to write about the Cliff properly at some point. But not just now. Over the winter, I feel I have lost my connection to him.