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 16 September 2012
snapshots from the UK
A mossy tree from a favourite walk near mum's home. One of those real English woods: damp, canopies of beech and undergrowth of rhododendrons.
Milk bottles. I'd forgotten all about them. As welcoming on the doorstep as a fat purring cat.