One day I might.
battling butterflies and the humming of other wings
We flicked raindrops from purple grasses
Beautiful low-lying little hill in Penwith
we made connections
Fatpatch, my running buddy and muse.
We've been confined in strange ways.
Please, if you have any great book recs for kids aged 11-17y, fic or non-fic, then I'd love to hear from you
That, I thought, would be where my stories would come home.
Things I read in 2021
Volunteer Voices over at Bridport
A little chance to reclaim something from, or for, 2020
Lay the fire. Place the books on the cushions, and throw a blanket over the chair. Consider, first, a run in the late summer rain.