Scotsmen come with Australian recommendation
So, I’m laying on the beach yesterday. Scratch that. I’m laying on the grassy knoll above the beach because the wind is blowing, and blowing sand is a bit like being pelted with small razors, particularly when it gets in one’s eye (which I’m thrilled to report, did happen. Twice). The beach is called Cronulla, … Continue reading Scotsmen come with Australian recommendation
They Call Me Fushilou 