Pooped in Portwrinkle
Friday 16 November, 2018 Today was neither here not there. It was neither too long or too hard, and had the sun been shining, I would have wandered along quite happily. The sea mist...
Daily Archive: November 16, 2018
Forefathers, Fowey and Fog
Wednesday 14 and Thursday 15 November, 2018 Yes, I’m addicted to alliteration. Sold on series of syllables. Casting my lot with the consonants. It’s the cheats’ way to create a title, loved and abused...