Tag: travel
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The city and the girl
I grew up on a beach in New Zealand and I live on a farm in Illinois. But I love the city. I LOVED New York City even if I was only there for 24 hours. Loved it. I hope you have a lovely day. All is well on the farm – lots to…
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Less
During the months that I travel my worldly possessions shrink to the size of a small carry on bag and an even smaller bag on my shoulder. I have never been one to own a lot of clothing or shoes or jewellery so choosing what I will take is not hard. I travel I decant everything down…
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One Last Look
One last look about. It does not look like a gale is blowing does it. But it was. At one point I had trouble actually walking forwards into the wind. Mr Flowers. I leave this morning, very early, for California. I will be feeding the animals in the dark. It will take the day to…
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Back on the farm.
I am home again. And like every time I come home to the farm I am haunted by this little nursery rhyme. To Market, to Market To market, to market to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog; Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. To…
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Walking the feet in Milan
With just under sixteen thousand footsteps we saw a lot of Milan. I took many photographs but only a few passed the final cut. But these few describe my day beautifully, I think. I took some of Il Duomo which sits in the very centre of Milan but I was unsuccessful, the area was surrounded…
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