7 Words for Sunday – That’ll do for now

Cheeky Chappy finished. He and me sleepy!Cheeky ChappyCheeky Chappy 1Cheeky Chappy 2

The Esplanade


Shine out

As music plays

Along this seasonal esplanade.



An unexpected bonus; a request
for friendship, to share the things that she sees –
but from afar.
I see too but refrain from commenting…
except for liking them…rather a lot.
Friendship can be a very fragile thing.

On the edge of the abyss

We get a phone call from the side of Mount Etna. The signal keeps going and then we get cut off. I can only hope that she hasn’t dropped her iphone in the crater – I’m not sure it would be covered by insurance…

Six Words for Saturday


Worldwide news leaves me feeling anxious…

The Old Man and the Sea


The old man and the sea.
Looking for coastal gifts –
stones to craft and share.
Amazing what treasures
this oft deserted shore
can yield to those who see.
As one we seek

On the hunt

trophy hunted
by rich Westerners.
What gives you the


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