There I was, every limb still shaking from the effects of the poisoning, head fuzzy with toxins, and barely able to read the map on our iPad. It was a low point, no beating around the bush. I didn't want... Continue Reading →
Saturday was over, and Sunday morning dawned gray and foggy on Skye. I had been thrilled to discover that our schedule put us on the winged isle on The Lord's Day, and immediately began looking up historic churches we would... Continue Reading →
Confession time, I have a deep and abiding love of old churches. The moment I gaze up at ancient soaring spires, something wakes up deep inside my heart and mind. That thing, that spark of old wonder, burns like a... Continue Reading →
The Nomadic Troglodyte 