Heading up the tower.
Cycling down to Nutgrove Beach.
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!).