I painted it to the smell of fresh coffee from the cafetière, whilst sat on a cool flagstone facing the warm morning sunshine of southern France. The grass was covered in dew and the cool breeze floated through my loose shirt and caressed me.
Author, Poet, Brewer of Poisoned Tea
The world is best viewed through the ears of a horse.
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Eat less; move more; live longer