A piece I wrote for a now-deceased online magazine (edited by the fabulous Karen Walrond) back in 2006. I’m holding the cup to my face. Anywhere else, this might look a little strange; but this is Orkney, and it’s an autumn morning with the promise of winter felt in every exposed extremity.
Nafplio: Where Home Tracked Me Down
A story of how I went abroad, and how York followed me.