Recollections of an attempt to seize raw honeycomb from a live hive, nestled out of the way in a willow tree.
A Land Flowing with Honey and Diesel
A Story by PickledEel
Recollections of an attempt to seize raw honeycomb from a live hive, nestled out of the way in a willow tree.
A Land Flowing with Honey and Diesel
A Story by PickledEel
Thanks for reading. This blog is an opportunity for me to capture some of the diversity of my writing interests. My muse tend to appear on my shoulder as I board an international flight although not all of my writing is inspired by travel and foreign places. These blogs have been the basis of a novel (Flowers of Baghdad) but there are a few other writing projects in progress besides. Please feel free to leave a comment. Or two.
It was petrol – not diesel!!
LOL – not so sure. Even he would not be so daft.
Aha – but then again maybe you were!!!