I did something I’m pretty proud of today. It all started a year ago, when I suddenly thought, quite uncharacteristically, “I’m going for an early morning run.” I am not a runner, and my shoes knew it. I hadn’t gone far before I began to feel the tell-tale flap-flap-stickety-gravelly-flap of a disintegrating sole.* Well I … More My fairy godmother and the things (he) makes me do.
A celebration of powerlines. … More Electric Garlands – The Glory of Tasmania.
A little mountain climb, just to the north or Prato. … More Mt Retaia last weekend
Some photos of the historical centre of Prato. … More Prato in photos
It’s almost the seventh day since I arrived in Prato… something on the Prato Centre and my accommodation! … More Room 17, Residence Magnolfi Nuovo
Under the Ponto delle Mercatale in Prato live water rats, nutrie. … More Water Rats of Prato
Coming down in Zurich after the Flight of Fantasy seems rather more like a prolongation of the dream. City of bankers, city of wealth… … More Zoo-rich
At the moment that my plane’s tires lost contact, unglued, as the French would say (décollé), from Tasmania, a vivid impression came to me. … More Flights of Fantasy
Mumford’s guide to markets around Hobart. … More Mumford’s Guide to Markets #1 Bream Creek Farmer’s Market