The June edition
Midsummer stories, further explorations of grief and stealth calls from the tawnies.
The peak of high summer is my favourite time of year. There is something about the intensity of the light and sharp heat hitting my skin that makes me feel more alive than I do all year.
Sure, wood fires, woolly socks and the cosiness of the cold are nice enough, but I quickly tire of winter particularly as in our climates they are increasingly grey, d…