arrochar alps

By Alice Hill-Woods

3rd prize winner, Civilisation and Its Discontents challenge

my calves still ache from traversing                that gorgeous, ballooning pregnant                munro beinn narnain with her tufts of sheep opal curls slick from rain running from the threat of water breaking                beneath that storm cruach nam miseag and we were all                               alone bitten and bruised vowing to never return to the […]