Claife Heights

My eyes struggled adjusting to the bright florescent lighting reflecting off the immaculate floor tiles in the showroom. I sat on a perfectly Feng Shui positioned leather couch accompanied by a metal legged glass top table. The receptionist, a slim, leggy brunette twenty something peered over the top of her smoothed square framed glasses fromContinue reading “Claife Heights”

Arnside part ii

I was back in my car speeding along a B-road heading back toward the office. I knew what was coming. I kept repeating to myself that everything was going to be fine. Everything’s always fine. Not that my shaking left hand, aching jaw and nauseating swell in my ever-deepening stomach bought into my forced positivity.Continue reading “Arnside part ii”

Arnside

Staying true to the form of the last twelve months, February appeared to offer a little light in the distance only to reveal its culmination was an illusion. I was on the coast. Early as usual. Too early. Wanting to make a good impression, not that the pay cheques noticed. The temperatures had plummeted unexpectedly;Continue reading “Arnside”

Thirlmere

It was Sunday. Cracks were appearing on the mountains; they could do with a second coat. The forecast predicted snow again later next week, but it felt warmer. Grey stretched above. Miles and miles of one unsexy shade of grey. It no longer felt like winter, nor did it feel like the beginning of spring.Continue reading “Thirlmere”

Traum-a

‘…flight to Las Vegas is now boarding. Please have your boarding passes and passports ready.’ Announced the tannoy. I put down my copy of “Dante’s Inferno” and grabbed my bag. ‘Mr Underhill?’ Called out a tall, burly airport security officer with piercing grey eyes. ‘Yes?’ ‘You need to come with us.’ Another airport security officerContinue reading “Traum-a”

Haystacks

1958ft. An apocalyptic orange dawn seeped through the rungs of the curtains that hadn’t been attached to the rail. I automatically thought ‘Bladerunner’. Too many movies, that’s my problem. Or so I’m told. My eyes followed the sound of a grunt, stopping at the root cause; Percy, Faye’s pug. He was sat on top ofContinue reading “Haystacks”

Coniston Old Man

2634ft. Jenny’s grandad, Bill, died ten days earlier. The funeral was a washout. He didn’t want a fuss and didn’t get one. He’d asked Jenny if she would scatter his ashes from the top of Coniston Old Man, a mountain he climbed over and over throughout the years; not out of favouritism, but convenience. TheContinue reading “Coniston Old Man”

Pike ‘O Blisco

2312ft. I was admiring the framed ‘Alien’ poster on some geezer’s living room wall. The place screamed bachelor pad. He had an excessive number of guitars and a DVD collection that didn’t do a lot for me. He kept the place tidy, which is more than you can say for the majority of the housesContinue reading “Pike ‘O Blisco”

Dodgson Wood

I stood in line at the petrol station trying in vain to release my wallet from the right pocket of my slim fit trousers using only my left hand, out of fear my right was covered in covid-19 after using the petrol pump. Not being able to pull off this feat by the time IContinue reading “Dodgson Wood”

The Langdales via Stickle Tarn.

Harrison Stickle – 2415ft. Pike ‘o Stickle – 2323ft. It was the last house of the day, halfway through my trial week as an estate agent photographer. I already knew I wouldn’t last. The hours were longer than originally stated, there was no pay for overtime, despite inevitable overtime most evenings and the distances coveredContinue reading “The Langdales via Stickle Tarn.”