A small window opened, so I decided to break from the studio in search of my daily dip. There is something delicious about donning a bikini on a deserted beach mid winter and I enjoy the quiet sound of a dull day, where the sky falls to meet the water. Mr Magnus aimed the camera […]
Sweeping her gentle arms around me, the silky rhythm euthanises the chill, and the bitter wind croons a decrescendo. My clothes bloom to lilies, billowing against the deep base that hums benevolently, a beating heart to the melody. I begin to dance, every step a further immersion, until my feet hover above ground and my […]
The wind whipped clean tears from our eyes as we crossed the waves, hard facing against their corrupt lullaby into the Firth of Clyde. The sun cast a mighty glare towards Glasgow as if it meant to warn us from turning towards her, so we nosed at the anchor of Goatfell and began. Coll lowered […]
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