Carol Ryles
@carolryles.bsky.social
Reader and writer of SF, Fantasy, Horror. Quilter, gardener, and keeper of frogs.
I remember my birth as clearly as my mother remembers my future death.
December 2, 2023 at 12:55 PM
I remember my birth as clearly as my mother remembers my future death.
Goodness! I did that too! We were riding buddies, separated by time. Kata Tjuta threw rain at me, but it was still amazing, because as you said, I felt like I was really there.
November 26, 2023 at 12:48 AM
Goodness! I did that too! We were riding buddies, separated by time. Kata Tjuta threw rain at me, but it was still amazing, because as you said, I felt like I was really there.
My heart broke when I sold my trusty Honda 550 Four, thirty-eight years ago, tired of getting rained on, hailed on, bugs inside my visor, but I still dream about riding it, and only dream ;)
November 25, 2023 at 7:09 AM
My heart broke when I sold my trusty Honda 550 Four, thirty-eight years ago, tired of getting rained on, hailed on, bugs inside my visor, but I still dream about riding it, and only dream ;)
Saw on of those a while back with "I'm not a sheeple" on the back windscreen. Irony!
November 25, 2023 at 4:11 AM
Saw on of those a while back with "I'm not a sheeple" on the back windscreen. Irony!
One of my favourite places in the world.
November 24, 2023 at 3:03 AM
One of my favourite places in the world.