The sweet and delectable taste of summer lingered as Hugo and I boarded the train at Caulfield just after 6pm on Easter Thursday. We were in good company as the carriage was filled with like minded revellers draped in various garments that declared their football allegiance. The Tiger colours probably outnumbered that of the Old […]
Month: March 2016
Silent Whispers
“…..beautiful shot…” I am court side, murmuring in a low and hushed tone.