A Digital Creative who loves cross-country shopping, downhill mountain painting, long-distance sculpture, and gravy training.
The warm sun at their back, their sleek Weimaraner by their side,their feet squeaking in the fine white sand in perfect sync with each other.
“That? That’s Port, ummm, Port Piratestan… you need to get there in an invisible pirate ship made from magic” Kevin said.
He pointing to the hazy island just past the reef.The water was dark and looked deep.
“Yeah, I have heard that, but it’s an old wives tale, no?” Luke said, plonking the cheap plastic kettle onto the ill-fitting base.