The rocks at the bottom
By Emma I couldn’t feel my hands. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the freezing cold or because of the tandem death grip; one hand on Falkor’s […]
By Emma I couldn’t feel my hands. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the freezing cold or because of the tandem death grip; one hand on Falkor’s […]
By Emma I think I am having a break-down. I keep hearing myself thinking ‘I don’t think I can do this.’ And by ‘this’, I am talking about finishing the […]
By Emma With the Southern Cross watching over us, it feels as though we are treading closer to familiar territory. It’s strangely comforting to have these friendly stars blinking at […]