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Just another Twitter peasant trying to survive the attention economy. Writer and creator @auntysocialworld.bsky.social. Cycling. All views my own. Sapere aude. Web: auntysocialworld.com
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Another day on the road. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, of sorts. Friendly faces offered nice things to see us on the way. He had the sandwich, I took the tea. #writing

lighting the stars for you

….abandoned. #blueskyartshow

Dark level nightmares in a warm room surrounded by bells. #writing

I have a little tale to tell… #writing

Morning had broken. Back on the road. Offerings along the way had included a nostalgic magic carpet, a warm cloak, and some buns. #writing

The buildings had changed colour. There were no arched and twisted trees, nor the high torn-up hedgerows of home. A peculiar calm landscape, without wind. Rapidly losing light, eerie. #writing

The roads were beginning to turn into blank pages and all of the places we knew as home were long behind us. Moments, memories, and faces replaced with untamed distance. The soul of a road trip. #writing

A few hours of work and then off on a long road trip with my J. Ready for some fresh scenery and someone else’s heating.

- Lay-by Sitting there, in the dirt The gravel and the coffee cups That didn’t belong to us While fixed in your view Was a woman with tears in her eyes Walking out on something That had hurt her too many times. #writing

submerged in forests deep eyes closed to find your light

Every day began with the wind, the tree and fifteen minutes writing in the dark. #writing

Every winter weights session is one step closer to that full day out on the bike where your core is solid, your legs are on fire and your arms hold you for miles. #fitness #cycling

The cold won’t last forever.

Early birds. #writing

Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. The rains will end, the mud will dry, and the wind will carry the scent of fresh chain lube. They’ll be sweeping the gravel from the bike lanes, and the first post-ride beers will be cold and golden. Do you remember the taste of a tailwind?

out and about

An unexpected promotion and pay rise was not what I expected from a Monday. After weeks of stress biting out from other areas of life this is a much welcomed glow.

Carms, Wales.

Between the lights.... a shadow My #PhotoOftheDay #Telling through #photography #blackandwhitephotography

Wrote 500 words to a high tide as it was slowly drawing out, came home and did some weights, took the hit once again, and then found a great escape.

She was pulled offstage to hushed whispers telling her not to do that again. Looking out of the window a streak of light had been torn from the grain, someone else’s dawn. Someone else’s script. #writing

A lot of words were written here today. The scene didn’t match the view, it didn’t need to. #writing

You know you’ve made it when you find out that you have your own named drawer in the local pharmacy.

last night's dream.

The things that you write for yourself will never turn their back on you. #writing

Better to be a fighter writing than a writer fighting!

When you read something and it makes you shiver because somehow, you already knew it. #writing

Golden Oasis ... #WeekGforGold #AlphabetChallenge