You know how the dialogue goes.
What did you say?
You know how the dialogue goes.
I'm a lover of creativity and movement, expressed through photography, words, travel and sports.
Opinions, rantings, a view of our world and my life.
You know how the dialogue goes.
A true story about how Mr Bellbottom's milk money from his letterbox kept disappearing like his patience.
During the early 1980s, I lived in Auckland for some time, well on and off, depending on how life treated me.
During the 1940s, my great Uncle Bill (Nana Ballard's brother) worked, visited or did both at the Hotel Buller in Westport.
This blog has taken you down countless Parisian streets, Spanish and Portuguese country roads and narrow English lanes.