Monthly Archives: July 2015

” I stood outside the barn and with both hands, pressed against its enormous red doors; the flakes of paint coming off and sticking to my fingers as I entered. The bow staves we ordered the previous year had arrived the day before I left Lofoten, but I was assured that they were now safely tucked away somewhere in the barn; ‘somewhere…”

“I think we gotta go”, Tom said, taking my camera as I climbed back down an old stone wall…”