The Mouth of a Cave, 1784, Hubert Robert

Përshëndetje familja! Welcome to my little post-it note on the inter-web. I’m currently walking from England to India so if I’m slow in replying to your messages that’s my excuse — even though I’m always slow in replying regardless of what I’m doing, anyway…

The summer is already hot and humid here in the Balkans but the walk continues. So far this year has taken me from the far north of Shqipri (Albania), into and across Kosovo (and up it’s tallest peak, Gjeravica), into North Macedonia through the Sharr Mountains, and up and over Mount Korab, the tallest mountain in both NM and AL. Come take a look at my progress, or lack thereof.

Updates from the road are mostly going on in a WhatsApp group, if I forgot to add you then flick me a message. If you don’t have WhatsApp then I will slowly be adding those updates to this site too but I’m already a couple of months behind on that so don’t hold your breath! :D

If for some reason you want to read some of my other drivel then here’s a couple that might help you decide if the things I think about are of any interest to you. The longer list below is not curated, consider yourselves warned ;)

Out beyond the edge of the map
General purpose, not always fit for purpose
We shape our software; thereafter our software shapes us
Tool sheds and mountain tarns

What are you doing again?

Sunshine, windburn, summat to do with summits

The first hundred days

Picturing people on the walk

Hurdling over the Dolomites

Between the mountains and the First Two Pages of Frankenstein

From Triglav

What's not to like?

Finding joy

At play with photography in Innsbruck

Why the walk?

✉ More photographs than footsteps or words

✉ Thinking about the shape of the walk

✉ I hope the cows don't mind

✉ Joining the North Downs Way

✉ A walking day

✉ The last of the familiar faces

✉ Catch up with mum

✉ Sensible shoes

✉ A trip down memory lane

✉ A warm welcome to the walk

Books (maybe) for the walk

The countries in between

A love of files

How to find your mum's keys after she's given up hope

Out beyond the edge of the map

My future children and me.

Via Francigena

Walking to India

Before the walk

Dreams of a community

Why I like small spaces

A command by any other name: The utility of aliases and wrappers in the shell

Writing simply

A place of focus

General purpose, not always fit for purpose

A micro exhibit of good design

Six of seven

It's not enough to respond in kind

Ideas, braids, snakes and ladders

Not another Eble

Bad Eble the third

An Eble a day keeps the doctor away

Stuck in the web

Once more into the deep

Planting begins anew

Wandering on, journeys I have in mind

Good jeans are nice, but joy is better

Dashes, firewood, and philosophy

Away for Easter, away for work

Chilly reminiscences and guilt

Marshmallows, money, life, and logs

Big birds and battle cries

Back to the wild, nodes, Dorian Taylor

Data structures, late night fixes

Not getting what I see

The matter of me

A day off

I lost a thought today

To be a child again

Tool sheds and mountain tarns

An evening of shovelling, shelving, and kimchi

The sunburnt country

The new middlemen

The man who walked too fast

✉ Afghans, speculators, and Timothy Snyder

The forests of Northland

Beauty and the beach

A short walk

A feast of links

✉ Art, ideas, and how we share them

I should have kept a journal

Rooks all the way down

Puffer fish and buried men

Good at nothing

Lessons from the back of beyond

Taking pictures with words

Write the things

A walk between two Wednesdays

A short walk beneath a long white cloud

Today I'm rich

Half a world away

On my way to creation

A thought for tomorrow