The Old Hunt Camp
My hunt camp is a dirty place, some may say a real disgrace, no linens, drapes, or table lace. But fabric harbours old smells and flies, from greasy guys and old French fries. The sofa will quickly tell (by its rancid and fetid smell) of its long lived hell. And all the fixtures need repair, […]
Taking the long way round on the Creemore bus
I had a very exciting week last week. I took a ride on Clearview Transit. I was casting about for something to do to get out of the house and yet not be exposed to too many people. Options to be alone in the area are many. I could take a hike on one of […]