(Post written yesterday, 13.04.2021) This is called stream of consciousness I believe. A device used by Virginia Woolf and others if I’m correct (but if I pursue this line of thought I’ll be even more distracted and won’t get on with my day. Apologies if incorrect.) But here. Picture the scene. (I’ll help by providing… Continue reading On mountains, mothering and driving lessons.
It’s not often that I find myself backpacked and breathing heavily, trampling on stony footpaths. Especially on Monday mornings. They don’t really feel like appropriate times for carefree chitchats when there are things to do, lists to tick… you know what I mean? Beginning of the week kind of stuff? Well you know what? The… Continue reading Monday morning revelations