Taking you for a walk on Knocklofty.
Flying back into Tasmania.
Entering a different zone. Arriving in Sydney.
Taking strength from the bold ventures of others, and negotiating my way through the labyrinth.
Frosty morning, and the importance of a panoramic outlook (and I seem to forget my own advice!).
Watching dawn break and and walking into a beautiful morning.
Finding my centre and remembering what is important.
Bussing home after a puncture and trying to assimilate unsettling news.
Walking on Knocklofty in the rain and thinking about frogs and cheese and other things.
Meandering, pondering and encountering around the neighbourhood.