People often 'look at you funny' as they drive past, wondering why on earth two grown adults and a dog are walking - seemingly intentionally - along a country road. Little do they know that every road leads to a pub, and arriving via nothing other than your own two legs (and four little ones) … Continue reading
Category: Photography
Building-induced, industrial semi-squat living.
Snow. Silent falling weather. Muddy and crisp under foot, along an often-trodden path. A day away from the grind worth taking.
I now wear glasses. Not a full time occupation, but one that finally gives me the opportunity to wear an accessory which can be used to elicit an air of intellectual appreciation from those who suddenly take note of my lens tilting retorts.
Hot, heavy field.
Once entrance to maths, eng lit, questionable French teachers and the much-undervalued 3PM finish...
I feel old. So very old.
