The exquisite pleasure of walking on Knocklofty after coming out of quarantine.
Feeling heat in the sun and being reminded not to write like Freeman Wills Crofts.
Kindnesses as I hibernate at home.
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.