Those faded springtime days


There’s always an hour to listen to the sound of school children and have a cuppa with some mates.

Even if they refuse to pose – again – in a helmet shot.


Though Zoe’s bike is missing we managed over lunch to rack up a few giggles and a few bikes – two ladies in dresses, one channelling Molly Ringwald, another in a fabulous stripey prepster look.

Sweet days.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s