Cabin Fever

It snowed yesterday, and Charlie took me for a drive toward Ashkirk. As we climbed the bank of an empty valley, the road hadn’t been gritted, and it was hard to see. I didn’t see much point in going further to take photos for this post. I like staying at the farm, but sometimes anxiety adds to the feeling of cabin fever.

Sometimes I wonder why I keep updating these pages. Then I remember that this is exactly why I need to do it—because of the lingering memory of someone who was once sad and lost somewhere in these hills.