Marc Cooper
@ortgard.com
My life’s an amphicheiral knot
Upon a liquid vortex wrought
Reader, hillwalker, aspirant storyteller, failed scientist, recovering pedant (with occasional relapses), James Clerk Maxwell disciple, old enough to have worked with punched cards.
Upon a liquid vortex wrought
Reader, hillwalker, aspirant storyteller, failed scientist, recovering pedant (with occasional relapses), James Clerk Maxwell disciple, old enough to have worked with punched cards.
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Ha ha, yes. That AW knew a thing or two about the fells.
December 13, 2025 at 10:50 PM
Ha ha, yes. That AW knew a thing or two about the fells.
Well, I guessed Borrowdale by the ferns. I've never walked Rosthwaite to Dale Head Tarn, so I'll guess Dock. Plenty rocky round there.
December 13, 2025 at 9:55 PM
Well, I guessed Borrowdale by the ferns. I've never walked Rosthwaite to Dale Head Tarn, so I'll guess Dock. Plenty rocky round there.
Last time at that tarn, a year & a half back, I met an American couple, middle-aged, educated, clearly affluent, relaxing there. The lady expressed her love of that location, & I pointed to Pillar, where I'd been two days earlier. They knew none of the names. They just loved that spot. Good choice.
December 13, 2025 at 9:50 PM
Last time at that tarn, a year & a half back, I met an American couple, middle-aged, educated, clearly affluent, relaxing there. The lady expressed her love of that location, & I pointed to Pillar, where I'd been two days earlier. They knew none of the names. They just loved that spot. Good choice.
One of the delights of walking the Wainwrights is gaining The Knowledge of so many places from so many directions and being able to place yourself wherever on demand. This is one. I can almost smell it. I can certainly feel the rock beneath my feet.
December 13, 2025 at 8:46 PM
One of the delights of walking the Wainwrights is gaining The Knowledge of so many places from so many directions and being able to place yourself wherever on demand. This is one. I can almost smell it. I can certainly feel the rock beneath my feet.
December 9, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Our own Slartibartfast.
December 9, 2025 at 8:57 PM
Our own Slartibartfast.
The enshitification of football.
December 8, 2025 at 2:53 PM
The enshitification of football.