davin hanna

two of Davin from the archives - you'd be hard pressed to find a niver dude, here he is hooking a turn, and stepping up

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Hard to past eggs and jamon on a cool Wednesday morn whilst the world works

old negs

found some old negs - this was one of the first photographs i took, as a thought out process:

hiatus

So there have been few posts recently - ive been consumed between homesickness, catching up on waves, solitude - expansion of interests, pea and ham soup and things autumnal.

Ive taken very few photographs of late - despite the wonderful season, the colours, the sunrises, the rain, nothing has caught my lens.

This weekend just past, I stood beside the road up in the Grampians, and looked down on a mist covered lake, the sun hitting the clouds below me...sometimes the camera can never capture what the eye and then, the mind perceive. So i shot a few anyways, for reminders of what it REALLY felt like.

Heres the examples, doing little to conjour up the mood:

 nice to be amongst some topography again - reminiscent of blighty

golden hour

Regardless of all that... it was nice to get away from it all....sleep in the van, burn a few logs eat from the saucepan, and scope out some climbs. its been great to get back into climbing, pushing myself in new/old ways, reminding and rediscovering and pulling tendons and using my body in other ways. 

I feel obligated to use my body...because I can, and have been reminded visceraly that some cant, and may never be able to. its a humbling reminder:

my beautiful wife - companion on this adventure

 cold - but alone, and beautiful

 worth the walk

long and short, this pommie is happy, for now...and trying to embrace it all and stay humble and centred.

nowheresickness

im sat in the business lounge of birmingham airport, having scored an upgrade to business class for the first leg of my flight, its a great way to ease into the journey, the food is good, the beer is free - im calm.

The weather outside this window is worsening, the wind picking up, bringing with it dark grey clouds and rain, hammering into the floor to ceiling glass in front of me. im calm.

the thought of home is confronting - home...a word with which i am troubled by..

"But I'll tell you the reason you couldn't get home
Cause there's nowhere you've been and it's nowhere you're going
Home is only a feeling you get in your mind
From the people you love and you travel beside" stornoway

So, where does that leave me. Im leaving those i love, those that have seen me through the most troubled parts of my mind. Home isnt where im going, but now, it isnt where ive left, im travelling alone, today.

but i do have people i love, family, all of them, friends, all of them, here and there - but im torn, perpetually, and misunderstood, perpetually.

Im embracing it, im befriending it....which is why...im calm         whilst inside a small piece of me is racked with
                                                                                                                                 the pain of leaving, ripped apart.

 home.......?

 home........?

a few photographs

its been a good trip - varied, city time, beach time, wandering, drinking, eating, and yes a little surfing.

Its rekindled a love of this isle, i love my people - their humour, dry and understated.

ive eaten a few cheeses: blue vinney, caerphilly, keens unpasturised cheddar, sharpam rustic (pictured), a proper double gloucester, and of course, stinking bishop

i discovered some new bands:

stornoway
bombay bicyle club
metronomy

these are the pick. I have realised this post is becoming link heavy, however it is highlighting what a "english" trip i have been on, the music ive discovered the food ive eaten, the cheese! - its been a blast, and has evoked a strong love for home:

 doom bar - probably the best beer in the world.

 in the sun, in a tiny cornish fishing village, is about as good as it gets

museumofbritishsurfing.org.uk

and finally - a long drive down a windy road to do this, for you murf: - the only beach of any international repute in the UK - Newquay's Fistral beach, owned now, by murfs surfshop.