Mountains, no websites. Private until shared.
For a few days I was with my love free from the expectation and anxiety of websites. We drank from streams and slept in a bothy we hiked to. Im afraid to ever say I’m happy as it feels it might be taken away from me, but here with Kaveh I’m happy. 5th January. Can barely write, cold hands. Feeling in touch with winter here... In Siberia they say your breath can freeze and drop to the ground... like ice. They called it 'The whispering of the stars'. Looking now at the cracked window a whole galaxy of sharp edges like the ridge above the black lake where one summer I swam under the surface in search for the propeller getting lost in that deep black ink. A beautiful walk and journey today. Thinking of our ancestors who were people of the heights. Fingers warmer now and stained by the dry coffee around the tip of this blunt, used pencil. Catrin Menai. Ellen and Kaveh - In the howl of the night we arrived alone to the bothy. A single white pony greated us on steep climbs and hard falls. We got lost in a cloud yesterday afternoon and emerged damp after some time. You must try the water on top of the peaks its heavenly. Fair well for now fellow travellers. until