Beacon Park – theleadlesspencil

I’m squatting by a bucket of muddy water outside my house with rubber gloves on and a toothbrush in my hand, wondering if this is what normal people do on a Sunday. To clarify, the toothbrush has long been demoted from the task of cleaning teeth, and used to have a happy, later life getting… Continue reading Running, or was it wallowing (?), in Beacon Park