The Art of Hiking – White Rock Galleries

Whit

Regular readers know I’m a sufferer of  bark bliss, fungi fever, lichen lust, moss mania, and insect infatuation.   These distractions mean walking partners need to be passionate about the same interests,  have the patience of a saint, or be content to charge  ahead without me. Today I reveal my rock rapture, another distraction which contributes to the torture of walking companions. Continue reading