It’s just about five months since I received a mysterious email from a Mr Oswaldo Ibarra in Guadalajara. Continue reading
Driving eastwards last night the magnificent perigee moon rose ahead of me beaming serenely in the indigo night sky, as though there’d been no torrents, storms and bluster during the day.
A longer than usual gap between blogs, and the clouds have finally seen fit to leave gaps too and allow the sun to do its proper job. Continue reading