Lancaster. Sunday morning. Damp under a weak autumn sun.
It rained last night.
My backpack feels heavy and cold.
The Priory Church pipe organ bleeds through heavy wooden doors. I stop. Belongers and believers in hats and warm coats and polished shoes arrive, and I hesitate closer. A woman in brown wool smiles me a welcome. “There’s space in the back pew.”
I sit. We stand. We sing mountains green. We amen, and a man in gentle grey tweed approaches. “If you want,” and I hesitate, “a photo, that’s the best spot,” and he nods and smiles and turns away.
Mark is a traveller who writes, a writer who runs, a runner who drinks, and a drinker who loves movies. On rare occasions, he is all five.
From Vancouver, Canada and a teacher by training, he's lived and taught in his native Canada, Japan and the UAE.
His first book, Crescent Moon Over Laos, was published in 2014. He is working on other ideas that may or may not evolve into a second book, as well as a collection of short stories.
He lives in Vancouver with his long time partner and their three cats.