
Love, as old as the hills, stands as a monument in this increasingly fragile world.

Battered and beaten but still alive.

(for the photo above see my post, ‘A chance meeting’.


Love, as old as the hills, stands as a monument in this increasingly fragile world.

Battered and beaten but still alive.

(for the photo above see my post, ‘A chance meeting’.
First and foremost a father to a daughter and a son, both, who I love more than dare say. Next a searcher, a gamer, a would-be novelist, a supporter, who loves socialising, the outdoors, and those moments when eternity touches the soul.
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