I‘ve always loved walking. For twenty years or more it’s been my main source of exercise, and never more so since I moved to Australia. For me, an hour’s brisk walk (and I walk at six or seven kilometres per hour) clears my mind, resets my brain, opens up possibilities, recalibrates my spine and offers … Continue reading walking on very long beaches
We should have known it was going to be a difficult day. We stood in the early morning heat at the hotel before seven, while taxis came and went. None of them were ours. We had to re-book several times before somebody would take us. A second day of computer problems plagued us all day, … Continue reading gong hei fat choi
Last time I voted my Dad was still alive. Last time I voted, I was living in England and trying to figure out who was going to get my single vote in the constituency of Brent East. I had to walk about a hundred paces from home to the local primary school to cast my vote. … Continue reading voting in a new election
I woke up this morning alone in the house, an unusual experience for me on a Saturday. Because we both travel quite a bit, I'm used to having the house to myself, but not for a whole weekend. It brought me back to my twenties, when I mostly lived in country villages quite a distance … Continue reading home alone
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