THE OUTDOOR GREMLIN FILES
Rain is thundering down. The well-trodden track through the dense bush begins to resemble a bog…
A humanoid figure is crouched down in the mud, her bottom barely a millimetre from the murky water. She seems to be examining a growth of fungi, sprouting from a long fallen log, or is it the moss surrounding it she is so engrossed in?
This is an outdoor gremlin.
This is I.
This blog contains the top-secret, inner chatter of an outdoor gremlin. As well as a few thoughts shared by her gremlin friends.
