It’s a very strange situation living in a land of perpetual sun. Though it has innumerable benefits there is something elusive which islost.Thus, as the majority of the northern hemisphere goes into hibernation and the pangs of weather related depression, I sit outside a café by the beach in flip-flops and a t-shirt. Now, I am by no means advocating a winter in my native Ireland over one in Tenerife, or for that matter Moscow where I spend last winter. Nevertheless there is anirksome feeling in my head that something has been lost.
Scribblings and Broken Glass 