of the limited activities with festivities taking up the time in baking and crafts. The impeding life that circumstances bring whereever I am. Again the contact with people many and varied seems so surreal. Did I really not see much during that time? ... where on earth were we? The amazement how the time seems whether good or bad.
And contact up close to nature in sights of such colour in the middle of nowhere at times again on road trips up steep hills by foot or car
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| A wonky panoramic view from the middle of a wibbly wobbly semi muddy field |
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