Shadow in the Tin

Foreword - Gargoyles in Gabbro

Welcome to my latest blog, following hot on the heels - or perhaps I should say cold on the coat-tails - of Camera on the Crags and The Ballad of Bellever Tor. A trilogy in number, if not always thematically.

In this particular blog, I’d like to ponder a variety of… well, imponderables. Tried and trusted favourites, from the sublime to the ridiculous. Such as:

• Why climb a mountain?

• How do we survive lockdown and come out the other side?

• What is the meaning of life, the universe and everything?

• Which mystical gurus are name-checked in My Sweet Lord?

• When is it cool to wear a head-torch?

• Would your imaginary friend like a biscuit?

OK, so I don’t actually answer most of these thorny questions… and come to think of it, this isn’t really a blog. Not a proper one. A blog would involve shaping these conundrums into some sort of sense, perhaps even imparting a couple of meaningful conclusions. Something grounded in reality, yet vaguely profound. The truth is, I don’t know how to do this. Reality is complicated… much too complicated for me to articulate here. So I’ve reached a compromise and instead crammed my ponderings into a short story.