Footprints
She made her way along the narrow path just as they had done the day before he left. The warm scent of Coastal Rosemary hung in the summer air while the ‘tick, tick’ of Dune Ticker Cicadas cut through the silence. It had been twenty-four hours since he left, and the sound of their laughter…
One Woman and her Dog
Last year I became a dog owner for the very first time. I didn’t want to start my dog ownership journey with a puppy, so I adopted a five-month-old instead! She’s a rescue pup and knows what it’s like to be starved and mistreated. She has decided to give humans another chance and chose me…
More
My soon-to-be eighteen-month-old grandson has just learnt one of the most powerful words a toddler can arm themselves with – ‘more’. It’s the one and only time in his life that saying ‘more’ without structuring it into a polite sentence is acceptable – he’s too young to say ‘please can I have some more?’ And…
Waking the Wombat 