Tramping Joe

I met Joe recently, sitting on a park bench munching his way through a fourth coconut slice. Joe is one of the last of that honourable band of men we used to refer to as gentlemen of the road.

In his mid-seventies, ruddy cheeked and sporting a week’s growth of beard, he has the clearest eyes of any man I have ever seen.

He passes through our town once a year on his way through southern England from Sussex to Cornwall. Joe likes us here in Devon, he says, because we are so friendly. He left London some twenty years ago for what he candidly refer to as the real life; a life of no rent, council tax, electric light, gas or water bills where he is free to eat coconut slices all day.

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I have been a writer for twenty years now and have had around a hundred articles and stories published in various magazines and journals. I write mainly humorous material and subjects ranging from foraging, gardening, cooking and children`s stories. I also specialise in photography to go along with my writing. As an extension of my work I run foraging courses and encourage budding writers on my Facebook page which, I hope, helps readers to enjoy life as much as I do.