Author: vee.atkinson
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What Stays
The outdoors has always been there. Long before I had the words for why I needed it.Long before road trips felt intentional.Long before I understood that I was looking for something steadier than the ground beneath my feet. When life has shifted – and it has, more than once – the landscape hasn’t. The sea…
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The Great Polish Map of Scotland
I first tried to visit in January. Winter had other ideas. Storm Éowyn had moved through the area, and access to the map was blocked – the path cut off, the site unreachable. It felt like a closed door rather than a missed opportunity, so I left it there. I didn’t return straight away. Months…
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Spey Bay
Spey Bay is a place that asks very little of you. It’s somewhere I go when I don’t want to arrive anywhere in particular — when the intention is simply to stop. The beach stretches wide and pale, all shingle and space, with the sound of the sea doing most of the work. The River…
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A Skeleton in the Forest
The drive up was already doing most of the work. Low cloud sat heavy over the hills, the light flat and undecided, the kind of weather that dulls colour and sharpens feeling instead. The road narrowed, then narrowed again, pulling me further away from anywhere in particular. It felt like the sort of journey where…