The Cork Board

I wouldn’t do that, they said.

It was a dark winter’s night. The wind rustled treetops reaching into blackness and the floor of the valley was wet with melting snow. The only light, the warm glow from the windows of the solitary inn, cradled against the elements by the hillside. “You must be mad,” said Tim and Nicola, as one. “It’s… Continue reading I wouldn’t do that, they said.