babble of the races...

And the day beat on, and Old Amos told me of horses and trainers and bookmakers and all that...

And his rough hands gripped the tin mug and his pale eyes looked out across the hills, across the years...

And I know he was thinking about her...

And so was I.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) October 24, 2020

I love the lingering scents of slower days in slower places in Tim's narratives...Just being in the reflective moment can effectively nourish all that we are and can be... https://t.co/zIUdWjshEY

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 24, 2020