Me and the motorbike taxi
In which one square centimetre of cotton helps me cross the language barrier, or does it?
In which one square centimetre of cotton helps me cross the language barrier, or does it?
Writing, gardening, and travel photography; all together on Freshly Seen
In which there’s more to paddling than you might first expect.
In which pride rides before a fall – again.
As with fog in winter, the sun clears things up.
I arrive home as scheduled and my iPad takes a detour.
In which our plans are thwarted and our road trip revised.
Footbridges and other worries
It took me a while to get my driver’s licence. Years. I had the help of several teachers. They needed plenty of patience and I needed practice – lots of it. Along the way there were graunched gear changes, burnt out clutches, and bunny hops – on one […]
Waipawa Crafties meet erratically. Some of us produce consistently. Others (okay, me) not so much. In the two years I’ve gone along I have completed one garment – a woollen jersey (sweater). I have also started a knitted quilt, worked on a small Christmas themed cross stitch, persevered […]
The korero