And he shall hear the articulate utterance of that Fire, interpret the thunder thereof as a still small voice in his heart.

this is just up from my dad's place. up a steep steep steep hill....on the way down i got into 'a bit of bother'

meaning i got myself rather stuck, and had to abandon my tripod to the wilderness in order to make it down

with my neck intact...four days later i found a better tripod sitting beside a recycle bin!

gin soaked x