I’ve wanted to swim with wild dolphins ever since I can remember. I went through a petulant teenage denial of this when swimming with dolphins suddenly became a fashionable life dream to possess. This period didn’t last long – my dream was too big to be contained through contrariness and it persisted like an itch that needed scratching all through my twenties. By the time I was in my thirties it was virtually at obsession level. Continue reading
Travelling and Demon Slaying
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