There once was a time…
… when people would have been keen to read what I wrote. For you see, once upon a time I lived and worked on Ulleungdo. That, I guess, was momentous. Perhaps not to a Korean; the girl I convinced of the necessity of the idea was less enamoured than I, I now realise, but it seemed worthy of note, a footnote in the anals of English teaching in Korea.
It was also happy. Blissfully so, actually. So I’ll return to it, now and then, sneak in a little bit here, and a little bit more there. Perhaps the odd photo, maybe when I am feeling melancholy, and perhaps a story. Look out for it….
