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.
Starting off my walking series with a park that is a destination and a place I pass through to go further afield to visit family and friends.
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.
Nowadays, we all need to think outside the square
Free to ride