It’s too quiet
Quiet time is something I enjoy, which probably explains at least in part why I find swimming and riding my
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Quiet time is something I enjoy, which probably explains at least in part why I find swimming and riding my
Continue readingIt seemed to start with a bit of a shove and a brusque comment. Then, suddenly, it was like watching
Continue readingI often arrive at coffee dates early enough to fit in a quick cuppa before the meet-up, using the quiet
Continue reading‘Great shoes,’ I say, as I walk past a young person in the train station. I didn’t mean to say
Continue readingThe rubber of my swim fins is stiff against my instep, no matter how often I struggle into them. It’s
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