
Legs pumping, heart pounding – I see a small colourful group of people clustered around a lady with a clip board. Quick glance behind me and I free-wheel across the road and with a loud screech I arrive in front…
Legs pumping, heart pounding – I see a small colourful group of people clustered around a lady with a clip board. Quick glance behind me and I free-wheel across the road and with a loud screech I arrive in front…
There is a song for every human experience. The Chorus of girls ‘Climbing over rocky mountains’ from Gilbert & Sullivan’s Pirates of Penzance runs through my head as I think of four girls on the brink of womanhood about to…