onday 21st September 2020 – Killiecrankie, Flinders Island. Someone said that it’s easier to just go climbing than grow up. I’d tend to agree as long as your operating notion of what constitutes growing up is watching the world turn to shit around you, seeing the things you love fall under attack and feeling your ability to do anything about it fizzling while all the arseholes seem to be lighting their pitchforks on fire and it feels like you’re stuck in a horrible nightmare where you’re watching your dad filleting a fish with a blunt knife
