Snow

As we ascended the bank of an unpopulated valley the road was not gritted, vision became limited, I saw little reason to continue in view of taking photographs for this post. I enjoy staying at the farm, my auditory hallucinations are quiet here because they are triggered environmentally; however anxiety manages to factor in cabin fever.

It's been a while since I updated this website, the festive season was withdrawn but we was cosy comfortable. We chosen to have a quiet new year, even here in Scotland.

Charlie has made himself worth more than all my family put together, so proud of him. He never ignores me, and when he's about, a hug freely is available.

I can't figure my worth to this world, so I'm clueless if I am worthy of him, it's kind of like floating in an empty void; detached from perceiving loss yet I'm still unnerved by loss.

Sometimes I ask myself why I bother to update these pages, then I remind myself that is why I must update these pages. Ghostly memory of person, lost about these here hills.

This is a nice Scotch pine, we can see this from our farmhouse.