
Fifteen Minutes in my backyard on a walk. Did I mention that my backyard is 42 acres! Forty‑Two Acres. A longer wander. I stepped outside intending only a short break — a fifteen‑minute reset between the small obligations of the day — but the land has a way of stretching time. Out here, on…

A ridge of granite, wind, old stories — and the burn that moved through it. Mount Alexander doesn’t rush to impress you. It rises slowly out of the Harcourt Valley, a long granite spine that looks simple from a distance but unravels into detail the moment you step onto it. Boulders stacked like forgotten…