A LONG WAY FOR A DOG

Natural Habitat

Through a break in the trees I see the frozen writhing of a muscular monster. A hibernating beast that is the landscape, asleep and covered with a forest of fur. Where clouds swirl gently through the tree tops and the serpentine road entwines like sinew through the valleys and slopes.

Sayonara Scandinavia

Many hundreds of miles have passed since I have last written. It feels like seasons have gone by since I was at the farm…

Inception

This time last year I had just returned home from a winter spent working with around 160 huskies on a remote farm far above the Arctic Circle in Northern Finland. The season had been challenging. Long days of working in cold that could freeze your eyelids closed was unquestionably tough but unexpectedly I had…

Eating kilometres for breakfast

As the road winds through the seemingly infinite forest and climbs north through Sweden, I see the first few tantalizing flakes of snow. I am chasing the seasons; trying to outrun spring.