To be honest, I’m not quite sure where ‘home’ is at the moment, or even what home is. Home has been described as the place where you will always be welcome. Using that criterion I think I have several homes and I thank the folk who live there- you know who you are.
The home it is really nice to be at now is the one I rent in Norway, where I have important stuff like my own bed, my sharp kitchen knives and my bits and bats. These things welcome me as I unlock the door and have a far greater mass than their size would suggest. The gentle gravity they exert allows my soul, chi, whatever, to sink down and feel at rest.
Over the last month I have slept in Torp airport, Aviemore, Fort William, Glencoe, Oslo, Voss and Bergen. Some places I stayed for a few hours, some provided 12 days of shelter; some were luxurious, some were very basic.
I have met Eddy and Sally, with whom I will set off on an adventure to Kyrgyzstan in August. I met Steve, Neil and Carolina. I climbed with Roy and discussed many things with Beth. John and Tricia were good hosts and I give thanks to John for the screwdriver. Bruce made me laugh as always, nice hair mate but watch out for the crocs. Bob and Beck tried to give me their grotty cold but I survived. Mum and Dad were great company over a very chilled week with plenty of ‘culture’ and some very expensive meals.
With old and new friends I have gone off route, descended in the dark, climbed in the sun, dropped a camera, walked out of the mist, dug holes in the snow, watched the sun set, captured the moment, seen avalanches, walked over an opera house, backed off and pushed on through.
It has been an amazing month and I want to thank all those who made it the way it was.
The home it is really nice to be at now is the one I rent in Norway, where I have important stuff like my own bed, my sharp kitchen knives and my bits and bats. These things welcome me as I unlock the door and have a far greater mass than their size would suggest. The gentle gravity they exert allows my soul, chi, whatever, to sink down and feel at rest.
Over the last month I have slept in Torp airport, Aviemore, Fort William, Glencoe, Oslo, Voss and Bergen. Some places I stayed for a few hours, some provided 12 days of shelter; some were luxurious, some were very basic.
I have met Eddy and Sally, with whom I will set off on an adventure to Kyrgyzstan in August. I met Steve, Neil and Carolina. I climbed with Roy and discussed many things with Beth. John and Tricia were good hosts and I give thanks to John for the screwdriver. Bruce made me laugh as always, nice hair mate but watch out for the crocs. Bob and Beck tried to give me their grotty cold but I survived. Mum and Dad were great company over a very chilled week with plenty of ‘culture’ and some very expensive meals.
With old and new friends I have gone off route, descended in the dark, climbed in the sun, dropped a camera, walked out of the mist, dug holes in the snow, watched the sun set, captured the moment, seen avalanches, walked over an opera house, backed off and pushed on through.
It has been an amazing month and I want to thank all those who made it the way it was.
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