What does Wild mean to you? I’ve spent most of this summer and now autumn too thinking about how we consider our outside spaces and what we think of as Wild or not.

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Its funny what happens here when the lifts close. After the last chalets have been cleaned, the mountain restaurants and bars have been drunk dry and most of the snow has gone from Pleney; it’s May, Interseason. That weird bit that happens here twice a year around Spring and Autumn.

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How can we find rest in a busy world? What even is rest? Do I know what it means to me anymore? Isn't it selfish and self-indulgent to want to slow down? Am I lazy?

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