Stray thoughts, tamed.
Sketches in ink - 36 After six years of practice, I am no stranger to hacking through an overgrowth of weeds during winter in the Algarve. In fact, doing just that was an integral part of my embarking upon the journey of learning the Portuguese language; a kind of grassroots approach, if you like. Our... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink 34-35 Days pass too swiftly into night but there is little rest; no snug hearth nor the bed of yesteryear with warm arms to enfold me as I drift into dreams. It is cold and already dark, yet I have chores outside to complete, and shutters to close. I look inside as... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 