Shelter from the storm


‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

(Todays tour report is dedicated to John ‘Lighthouse Man’ Busher.

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Meanwhile about 1000kms south of here at the Marmotte……

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