So our weather does once again what our weather is good at doing. It plays with our emotions, it drags us down and then builds us up, gives us hope only to laugh in our faces as it changes its mind and decides “as we were”.
All That Was Clear Becomes Cloudy
The inevitable, gradual process of decay. Detritus accumulates and everything changes, starting its achingly, agonisingly passive journey to somewhere and something else.
Intangible and Ethereal
I love live music. Over the last couple of weeks I have been to gigs in a pub, a “pop-up” in a very exclusive gentlemen's outfitters in London and an old and awe-inspiring Brighton church.
How We Live Our Lives
Acknowledge someone you pass in the street. Smile. Offer to help where you can or just be there if you can't. These are lessons for life and no-one is too old to learn or too young to try.
What Could Be Better
Clear blue skies and cold winter mornings. Perfect for getting outdoors and spending time with nature.
Down From London
There is something that feels very British about a wind-swept, freezing cold beach in winter. Almost deserted, with just a few hardy souls dog walking past rows of empty beach huts wrapped up against the storms and salt spray.