For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
0018: SWIMMING
I think there is something just so gleeful about being an eight of your weight and free as a bird to defy all of the laws of gravity. Oh, the joy of immersing oneself in an underwater wonderland and sticking it to Sir Isaac Newton.
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