Windswept Reflections: The Edge of the World

[…] Books I couldn’t fit into my luggage sit patiently in the shelves of my mental library, their beautifully designed covers captured in quick photos, their intriguing titles jotted in the margins of my travel notes. […] Among these is Michael Pye’s The Edge of the World, a book I first spotted in Edinburgh but only recently revisited while scrolling through my photo archives. Now holding it in my hands, I see how perfectly it aligns with what that journey left me with: a fascination with the unlikely connections, invisible influences, and untamed forces that have shaped British history (and far beyond).