Enjoying a day of reading after my race to the finish line.
Remembering to breathe as the deadline looms.
Winter is not over yet!
In memory of the Poles who built my house.
The loss of the old Brunswick Hotel.
Remembering a winter sixty years ago.
A muddy ride and wondering why the Universe tells me something and then changes its mind.
Back at last after a rather convoluted break!
Rainbows and rushing water and taking a little break.
An early start, austerity Britain, and wind-dried sheets.