Named Storms

A week in the exotic Welsh mountains

Friends,

A quiet post this week, one of those pieces which seemed to gather itself from disparate sources, things, to quote a line from Spinal Tap, “that drifted through my transom”. I often wonder if there should be a message in my stories that I wish to convey. But I’m not at all message driven. In fact I have a super-sense for messages in other peopl…