September saw me scamper in a rather ungainly fashion in many directions, most memorably up here:
Preikestolen (Pulpit Rock), 604 metres above Lysefjorden and the last place I saw my lungs.
But! While I was getting lost and trialling different genres of ‘bedraggled’, a new short story appeared online.
‘Hang-Ups’ is up at Annexe Magazine, natty purveyors of larks! and sounds! and faces!