Me and the motorbike taxi
In which one square centimetre of cotton helps me cross the language barrier, or does it?
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Freshly Seen at Jill’s Scene during August
Writing, gardening, and travel photography; all together on Freshly Seen
Two go boating in Lumpini Park.
In which there’s more to paddling than you might first expect.
Me versus the machine: travel theme, grey.
In which pride rides before a fall – again.
Still more on the Kirk Sundial
As with fog in winter, the sun clears things up.
Lessons for life, from my devices.
I arrive home as scheduled and my iPad takes a detour.
When is a road trip not a road trip?
In which our plans are thwarted and our road trip revised.
On trepidation, tripping, and solidarity
Footbridges and other worries
In which I realise driving and photography have a lot in common
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 […]
Craft Group
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