On some dark night of the soul, I decided it would not be so bad to go to Aberdeen for the day.


Two hours into the five hour leg up, I am feeling every mile.

But the bigger surprise has been leaving behind a snowed under Durham to speed through landscapes akin to Narnia – first snow, then sun, the more north it goes.


No matter how much lament the snow draws, it’s beauty is still missed once left behind.

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