Anyone heading for the single toilet at the far end had to squeeze, shuffle sideways and politely apologise their way through a sea of locals.
Tag: Writing
Ôbzdrzōnek przez śniyg
steel and shadow lit from below, no longer a shock but a recognition.
By Tram/Tramwajem
not a visitor now, but part of the movement.
Elevated Discovery
... it was a moment of recognition—the sense that something important had happened here long before I arrived.
Up-Up There/Tam‑Tam‑Wysoko
A traveler climbs a steep mountain, discovers quiet magic, and learns that true bravery lies within.
The Sock That Stayed On
With dots on her dress and stripes on her feet, Lottie B’s rhythm is playful and sweet.
Bili’r Brôga ymhlith y llygad y dydd
This is the post where Welsh finally enters the blog, carried in by daisies, my daughter, granddaughter, and one wandering frog called Bili’r Brôga.
Night Drift: 7 Tracks — 33 minutes
Night Drift is a space for slowing down — a gentle descent into the quieter hours, where music softens the edges of the day and invites the mind to loosen its grip.
Comfort and Memory
In the small warm room the clock kept its island time — tick, tide, tick.
The Gift of Friendship: A Journey Through Time
It began with a book that arrived in 1999, and the friendship that never left.









