Still hunkered down, still wet, still writing. An hour before supper at 7, I decide getting a cuppa tea is…
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Without a Pinch.
I slept soundly and deeply in my little cozy caravan, weighted by the cocoon of a comforter and two woolen…
Work away in Wales
I’m sitting in the guest caravan for workawayers with my feet up as if I were on holiday, but I’m…
There Once Was a Small Town in Germany
Arriving by train, from the south along the Rhine, my sister and I slowly and gently approach Bad Honnef, where…
Reflections up on Storm King
A break in the January rain came one day in the guise of sunshine on a Saturday morning. Mount Baker…
Light and Space
On the second day in Krakow, I begin to see and feel a way the city and its people move…
It’s Not All Work
Eichbüchl
This isn’t my first time feeding horses and mucking out stalls and picking cherries and eating loads of apricots on…
A Night Out
July 27 The full lunar eclipse happens very rarely, and apparently over Senning 250 years ago. Tonight, it will occur…
Farm Days
The train back to Vienna is full – a group of Czech natives, I’m assuming based on the language, is…
Write Down the Road 