PTC*

Established 2007, for better or worse

The Trooper

Circumstances can change so quickly these days. “What time can you bike?” Texted Phil. “Earlier?” I replied. The intent was there at least, I’d spent most of the day on my knees in a crypt (a pipe related thing, not a praising affair obviously) and the cartilage in my right knee was poking out the [...]

Bow-ap Bow-oh-Wow Bap Babap!

Now and again a light-ray, like the beam of a warship’s searchlight swept the common, and the Heat-Ray was ready to follow.

Kit footnote, addendum maybe?

Joycee wore a sample Haglöfs Actives Q Tee, which was well recieved: “Not sweaty” came the review. She carried the OMM Adventure Light 20 and had no trouble reaching the bottle pockets, even with arms a foot shorter than mine. Old-school wummins Montane Terra’s were already trusted and four-year-old Keen Targhees were stretched a little, [...]

I get confused every day

We weren’t sure if eighteen was a maximum or a minimum age to guarantee admittance. I tried to wear a look of slight social awkwardness in tandem with a bravado borne of optimism rather than knowledge and experience to capture the essence of a (admittedly very windswept and well-dogeared) late teens hillgoer, but then I [...]

The Return of The Wife

Why does signage have to be so cruel? Words, grammar, punctuation, a usable and understandable statement or sentence, they’re all ground to dust under the mighty wheels of the uncaring sign makers. Deadline, deadline, blah, blah, blah. The important thing was it looked like the weather was going to be kind on Friday. Joycee said [...]

Giant Octopus III: This time it’s Ink

I don’t care what they say, that was an end-of-year sky this morning. Lazy, faded orange flowing through layers of fine cloud. Oh, I long for the days of jumper, hat and gloves. There’s something wrong about leaving home at 0800 in a t-shirt. All this talk of sleeping bags has me distracted. Summer camping [...]

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