I paddled out over the break waves, further than I’d gone in years. Normally I’m with my feet in the sand, or ankle deep with a toddler wrapped around my legs. I’d done my share of watching for today. I’d fetched the chips, togged up the big girls, waved them off between the flags on…
Tag: project 52
Do what you love, one day a week: A walk in the bush
The wind ruffled our feathers wildly, whilst the sun teased us with blue sky, oyster clouds and dashing streaks of white. A sky that if painted wouldn’t look real. A day that held promise but so easily could have been spent hidden, sheltering from the gale force winds. Not a day for being whipped by…