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.
Uninterrupted views of the harbour and Mauao are the treats when stopping to just be in the 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.
Lately, I've noticed something missing during my early morning walks
Nowadays, we all need to think outside the square