Dry grass rustles as lizards scuttle away from the heavy-footed human padding along the road. Most of the time you don’t see them, but every so often they break cover and skitter up a wall or across the road. I … Continue reading
The road is flanked with bulrushes ten foot high. It reminds me of when I was a child and used to play in the maize fields. We weren’t supposed to do it, but we’d run in, breathless with terror, chasing … Continue reading
You can’t really better a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the beach. Well, unless, of course, you add beer, scrabble, and driftwood that looks like childhood memories. All images by Kate Bailward
