We sat astride the kiln-fired wall and looked/ into that endless hole and listened to the/

sucking and the rushing of the air refract/ as noise was crushed and split in answer

Wednesday 6 July 2016

The Year of the Swift

Last autumn I boxed my bike up, and flew to Kirkenes in the Arctic Circle.

From there, I cycled over 1,500 miles south from the Arctic Ocean to the Baltic Sea.

The explorative journey was made out of season, and in the full glory of autumn ('ruska' in Finnish).

You can see my blog diary by clicking the link below.



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