The two-year mark

This week marked two years since I arrived back from New Zealand. I had been travelling for more than 30 hours, then passed through through an eerily quiet Paddington Station…

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Hop to it

A few months ago, I moved my hops from the unexpectedly shady veg patch to the border at the front of the house. They say that the first year for…

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Unmasked

For the first time in almost two years, I ventured out of the house without my trusty face mask. Actually, this is not strictly true. I don’t take it on…

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