Today I lost my phone. When I say lost, I mean that it fell down a drain at Collaroy. It’s now most probably floating out to sea with some grommet. Every Saturday morning I visit my dear friend Jo at Hair Salon Des Arts at Newport. I’m happy to be the guinea pig for her […]
Soaring, Swooping, Alive! Rejoicing in the freedom Of air, sky, sea. A rogue downdraft A tumbling spin downwards, Spirallng out of control! Then: All the senses and instincts combine To bring me back Into the up draught.