The day after writing that I felt safe in my little bunkhouse I was lying in bed and I could hear a scratching in the walls... I could hear something moving around... I couldn't decide whether it had wings or was walking on feet... I decided it sounded bigger than a cockroach... I decided it … Continue reading Wood Fired Pizza Ovens and Grafting Grapevines
Kings Canyon
The Valley of the Winds and the Canyon of a King
I sat in the seat that had been Yo's during my Tasmania tour. The man across the aisle introduced himself. Our guide, so named 'Duck' (who uncannily reminded me of Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure) asked us to write something about ourselves. We drew on the bus windows. I wrote Jane aka … Continue reading The Valley of the Winds and the Canyon of a King
Scottish Footprints 