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That's Me

Yep, that's me in background sneaking into Nathalie's shot.

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15 June 2019
Sailing
I've got a bit of writer's block as I try to tap out another journal entry about our trip north but I'll give it a try. At the moment, we are anchored off a lovely cove called Pearl Bay, about 100nm s...
04 November 2018
Land Based
Portugal
Nathalie and I have been visiting Estoril near Lisbon three or four times a year for the past few years. We get out and about walking or riding everywhere. I thought we'd discovered pretty much e...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963