Where Are You?
Master and Miss at the beach -fictionalising a diary entry
I’d deliberately left a little earlier today after yesterday’s calamity of the tide coming in right on top of us forcing us back against the sheer cliff face and eventually off the beach… We wound our way back through the tee-tree tunnel that we’d found yesterday but had somehow missed (more…)
GYPSY DREAMING
Listen while you read: I want to live in Tanjil Bren, I’d flit among the coy blue wren, Birds and butterflies would abound, And I’d feel at peace in my hometown. I want to live in Claire de Lune, But if I can’t then Ruby will do, Quaint little (more…)