Driving scares me so much it might pass as a phobia or a trauma.
There is something rather awesome about being on an ‘exercise’ walk and encountering a rabbit looking most comfortable in its surroundings.
The worry about ageing at my age now seems a lot to do with looking the age.
I bid Malta goodbye not realising it could be the last time I would ever see her.
Anyone else waiting for rains in the summer?
Can our drive-through nation provide all we need through our vehicle's windows?