To a southerly margin
A week away from the computer and my blog fingers feel sleepy. The only risk I took was cycling on top of a cliff into a gusty headwind on the Isle of Wight. Do I behave any differently as a tourist than an artist? Do I see things differently? I guess not many tourists launch into physiotherapy exercises in a tourist attraction, (I pulled my back on the road trip south).
Back home, I’m puzzling on what do I really do, for a commissioned piece of writing. Well…
