I realise about halfway into my morning walk that I am muttering “Fuck off, fuck off!” as I stomp along. It’s the flies. I wouldn’t mind if they landed on…
Read MoreThanks to short, tight bursts of rain, it has been a little cooler. Just before and soon after, though, the humidity is huge and cumbersome, and I wonder why any…
Read MoreI spread my sarong underneath an umbrella thorn and its companions, excited for an hour’s rest all to myself. The grass is dying down, as it does this time of…
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