just got back from a weeks camping in pine forests and lagoons. so i've got heaps of photos waiting and all the dirty laundry's being done.
And he shall hear the articulate utterance of that Fire, interpret the thunder thereof as a still small voice in his heart.
this is just up from my dad's place. up a steep steep steep hill....on the way down i got into 'a bit of bother'
meaning i got myself rather stuck, and had to abandon my tripod to the wilderness in order to make it down
with my neck intact...four days later i found a better tripod sitting beside a recycle bin!
gin soaked x