Updated: Apr 29
Monday 24th April 2023
Highly valued and sought after,
I never felt that way when I was young.
I did feel kind of special,
Like a poor princess.
Because I was the oldest child.
The first born.
In a community of waywards.
A community of fringed and feckless.
It was never royal, no purple and gold,
No privilledge or pomp.
Poor man's Gold.
14th July 2023 Set ablaze the last four logs. Roaring in the pit, On The windy side of the hill, The sky opened and stared to spit. Then it poured, heavily, We had to retreat, Into the warmth and dry,
13th July 2023 After asking the lady in the Kelly’s ice cream shop in the teeming tourist harbour of Charleston, The best place to get good fish and chips, The Skies opened and we hid in walled tunnel
12th July2023 Never spent a night in a luxury tent before. We had always made our own camp. Lugging all the detritus required for nights under the stars. In advance I planned to sexually attack my man