stories from the edge
A selection of stories...
into the sun
The sleeping bag cocoons me but I can’t move. I hug my leather boots to my chest to stop them from freezing.
I can’t feel my feet...
I found myself driving out at night from Kew in London where I rented a flat to the first open fields I came across so I could stand in the dark with space around me and look up into the sky.
Curiosity has drawn me into extreme worlds of snow and ice, through high empty deserts filled with changing light and deep underground where the only light must be taken with you.