| Our road is loaded. Gun-metal-grey people-carriers armed with children, hot-blooded-racers with roaring exhausts, quarantined pensioners — out for the air, all speed down the light-tunnelled lane to park a trigger hair from each other. They roll down their windows to inhale the lake’s breath-taking breeze as it ventilates in to empty jetties. |
| Servant to a menagerie of creatures, some human. Poet. Tells stories. Makes a show of herself. Beekeeper. Takes photies. Throws knives. http://trishbennettblog.wordpress.com/ |