A wee poem in remembrance of tramping exploits.
Tramping Days
A wee poem in remembrance of tramping exploits.
I'm a lover of creativity and movement, expressed through photography, words, travel and sports.
A wee poem in remembrance of tramping exploits.
Looking out the window from Ward Rangitoto, there are amazing expansive views over the Auckland harbour and beyond.
Who was this woman?
A quiet moment
The sound of a roaring engine; for us, was usually the beginning of an adventure and the collection of good and not so pleasant memories.