The Christchurch easterly pushed me effortlessly along the red cycleway. A morning mother was parked across it. I shimmied around her car, whizzing across the gutter-bridge into the traffic and then back around onto the cycleway. Meanwhile the driver got out and checked her letter box. I looked around, hoping to catch her eye reproachfully, but she did not see me.
It's such a marvellous word.
Ob-livi-ous.
A New Adventure
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This week, I'm setting out on perhaps my most challenging adventure, yet.
Since my last real adventure, backpacking through Eastern Europe, I've
become acc...
6 years ago
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