A cry for the Forgotten
I had a quiet solo coffee in the village yesterday. There was a nip in the air but the sun was out, I had my coffee, my pipe and Penny had her chicken. All was right with the world. I … Continue reading →
I had a quiet solo coffee in the village yesterday. There was a nip in the air but the sun was out, I had my coffee, my pipe and Penny had her chicken. All was right with the world. I … Continue reading →