Homeward Bound

Brandy for the Parson, ’Baccy for the Clerk; Laces for a lady, letters for a spy - Rudyard Kipling Like Border Reivers we slipped ashore with the booty. The harsh tattoo of a winter squall muffling the sound as we sped along the drovers' road enveloped in a night as dark as a conjurer's cloak. Truckles of crumbly cheese… Continue reading Homeward Bound