Dingo the Dissident

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Wednesday, 8 October 2025

Yours, Martin.

Sending postcards is so passé,
old hat, vieux-jeu...

So I was thrilled to get a card today
out of the blue, so to say,

with pictures of Scottish Lochs on one side,
and on the other this plaintive message
accompanying an unfranked stamp:

I’ve mainly spent the past few weeks
looking joylessly at my knees
as I hiked
[presumably on a bike,
so not a tramp]]
through the Highlands
which
[rugged surfeit]
was interrupted by the occasional
Trail Friend and Stunning View.
It could almost have been worth it!


1 comment:

Martin said...

Irrelevant at this point, but I actually looked at my shoes and not my knees!

"...looking joylessly at my knees" was meant to be a homage to one of your past blog entries. I wrote the postcard on the floor at a friend`s place when I was tired.

Nevertheless, a non-trivial amount of my hike consisted of shoe and ground gazing.

All the best,

Martin