Giant at large
Who would build a house in such a jumble of rocks. Certainly not me. When I started building my dream home on this ridge, it was covered in grass and wild flowers. I thought that I had found paradise. How…
Agony or Paradise
As a brigade of ants marched towards me I found myself wondering what sort of place I had come to. The wave of heat that had stuck me as I left the plane had been replaced by the evening breeze…