Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Easter Sunday
What better than a little stroll to your local demolition site. Suitably gloomy day too.
They said they weren't starting until tomorrow . . .about a third of the block has gone. This poor old house stands like a rotting tooth waiting for extraction.
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