unlover

Updated: May 10, 2025

I am no great unlover of a storm in the right circumstances. There is a long strath between Nordlingen and Donauworth of Bavaria, where once we amazed our foreign allies by setting out, bare to the kilt and sark, in threshing hail, running for miles in the pelt of it out of the sheer content of encounter and perhaps a flagon or two of wine.

Neil Munro - John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn