Severnaya, 58

Why be alone... I like to read by which I don’t mean just the texts which have covers and pages, though those too, but any reflection of life whether it be musical, visual, natural, physical, spiritual or commonplace; that which makes mere existence into an experience worth living.

I’m more comfortable sharing a conversation over a glass of whiskey around an open fire in a bothy, or a pint in a quiet pub or having friends round for dinner at home than shouting to make myself heard in a club. Picking blackberries on a forest walk of more interest than shopping for stuff I don’t need; though there are few books I couldn’t find some place for in my collection.

When I am not studying, I spend time in my garden wrestling with nature, going to the cinema or relaxing with a book and some home made wine. In the summer, I like hiking and camping...beaches are only interesting when they are discoveries, like Vatersay on Tiree or Khersonese outside of Sebastopol on the Black Sea.

Though I enjoy spending time with old friends and meeting new people, I have learnt to enjoy my own company. Inane conversation about mortgages and football bores me to hell, however I'd like to think that there's someone out there with whom a spark could catalyse some chemistry. New friends would be welcome and perhaps more, who knows...Searching for someone I can really talk to is rather like combing a beach for pearls: seemingly almost pointless, and yet...

I don't care what you do for a living, how much you earn, if you have degrees or not, nor really what you wear or what you look like as long as you are healthy in body and mind (eccentricity is welcomed)...I'd like to meet someone I can really talk to, someone who has lived a bit, who has learnt not to judge according to first impressions and with whom few words are necessary but on occasion enjoys a good argument. Kindness and intelligence are equally attractive.