The New Beginnings
On a hot day in June I’m sat in the middle of a grassy field surrounded by an orchestra of insects forever tuning their instruments. Perhaps encouraged by such cacophony, a complete novice seems to be joining in occasionally.
On a hot day in June I’m sat in the middle of a grassy field surrounded by an orchestra of insects forever tuning their instruments. Perhaps encouraged by such cacophony, a complete novice seems to be joining in occasionally.