Slap. I was losing count. I wished there was someone else here so that I could share the burden. The rains bring plagues and, apart from the mice, mosquitoes were in the ascendancy. Slap, another bloody spot, it was time to move again. Just where I should go I wasn’t quite sure. I’d been tippedContinue reading “WHEN WANDER BECOMES WONDER”
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POOL OF THE GODS
When people get lost they go in circles; it’s a fact. You’ve only got to go 100 metres without being sure where you are when you start to turn. I read a story of a hiker in the Appalachians who’d perished. Her husband had notified authorities when she failed to turn up, but they neverContinue reading “POOL OF THE GODS”
AT THE COAL FACE
It was a lot of driving again. After five hours that turned into six the day before, I wasn’t really looking forward to another five behind the wheel in Arizona. I’d left reasonably early and was in cruise mode when a varied rocky outcrop caught my photographic eye and bade me pull up. TheContinue reading “AT THE COAL FACE”