My seven-year-old niece is as quizzical and questioning as all those in possession of a growing mind should be, and blunt in her put-downs if she thinks you’re talking nonsense. “Do you want to see a photo of my flamingo wallpaper?” A glance. A sideways look. “They are not flamingoes, they are not pink, they… Continue reading Swangoes
Taken at Jupiter Artland, just outside Edinburgh.
At the side of the road, felled to remove an obstruction after a recent storm.
‘The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter – in the eye.’ – Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre At the Sadlers Wells Theatre, seeing a ballet production called ‘She Said’ and this was on the interval curtain. Sadly I saw it on the last night, otherwise I would definitely… Continue reading #108: Eye
Dulwich Park. Last Sunday run before marathon day!
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‘I am the Angel of Death to any kind of plant.’ – Sara Sheridan I do suspect that this quote is more appropriate for my gardening skills than the snail but never mind…
Edinburgh on a hazy spring day.
Vienna Airport.
