Martina went missing on 24th November, pretty much the same time I started training for the marathon. There are countless posters of her all over the part of South East London where I’ve been training. There hasn’t been a single run that has left from my home where I haven’t seen at least two or… Continue reading Lost Dog
The joys of living in the countryside.
The number has been collected and in about 39 hours from now I should be trotting over the actual streets of Surrey Quays!
‘The pianokeys are black and white but they sound like a million colors in your mind’ – Maria Cristina Mena
Dare you enter?
‘Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.’ – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit I have said before that I am oddly fascinated with taxidermy, and I think this fish is the reason why. It was caught by my great-grandfather. A simple chub that has now lived in… Continue reading #112: Chub
Cass Sculpture Park
Sunlight through the spokes on the bridge casting shadows on the path.
