coffee with the ravens

on a mountain, it is not difficult to believe in giants

On a clear day, it was the furthest place I could see. I’d fix my eyes on the mountain range—across the Severn valley, over the water in Wales—and remind myself that there was still a world out there beyond our daily walks, and that one day it would be returned to us. ‘When this is over’, I said to the children, ‘when we can travel again, we will climb …