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Tag Archives: mountains
We didn’t have to climb the whole height of the mountain; there is a makeshift car park about halfway up. I was glad of that, as my poor, much abused feet were not happy. I spend much of my life … Continue reading
Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place: Waras, Afghanistan – early winter 1989 A narrow defile between towering mountains led us out of the Kirman valley. There was no indication of a way out and I assumed there must be an opening … Continue reading
Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place: I had established a stock keeping system for the clinic and now was going to set up a similar one in Mubarak Shah’s neighbouring clinic in Malestan district. Jawad was to take me there – … Continue reading
It was 3:00 am when I awoke from a dreadful dream. My body was drenched and my heart was racing. A voice screaming for help reached out from the dream and caused me serious angst. I continued to lay still … Continue reading
Photo by Sue Vincent The magnificent view of the snow-capped mountains and surrounding beautiful landscape which usually filled Asya with peace failed to do so this morning. There was political uncertainty in Sweden as the anti-immigrant party made historic gains … Continue reading
I watch as summer fades to past, and autumn shows her face, and yet, as autumn colors Earth, winter comes so fast. No more warmth, nor sunny days, snow white mountains fill the sky; gold and red do fade away, … Continue reading
‘Surely not? Is that you, Gladys?’ The voice echoed down the valley, like a tsunami of gravel being tumble-dried. ‘It is, isn’t it?’ The reply, a high pitched whine, much like a chainsaw sculpting granite, bounced off the sides of … Continue reading
I haven’t taken part in Sue’s Thursday Photo Prompt for a while, so nice to spin a little tale for her. An old favourite of mine returns, Little Troll. This time he’s on a break with his friend, Adrian, a former … Continue reading
Reblogged from Mountains, Myths and Moorlands: An unnamed giant lived on these moors – he wasn’t a good giant, he was a bad giant and he robbed and persecuted the folk who lived round about. The locals needed a hero … Continue reading