By 8.30 most mornings my neighbour and I have completed our taichi practice. When it’s dry enough we creak about on the little patch of grass outside her house. Continue reading
a little local colour
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By 8.30 most mornings my neighbour and I have completed our taichi practice. When it’s dry enough we creak about on the little patch of grass outside her house. Continue reading
Red herrings – I often consider the idea of that perky little fish laying a false trail, a cul-de-sac pursuit, a merry dance through the seas of opportunity. Continue reading