#8 – Midnight Ivy
Another one of those, taken on my pre-bedtime walk where the lighting on the leaves just caught me.
Frosty fields
Pink sky, glittery fields, crisp air. What a difference 24 hours makes!
Rose II
#7 – May Contain Nuts
Enough Said…
Muted
In grey January countryside colours are muted. Farmland is mired in mud, cattle are shed-bound. Now, it’s hard to believe it’ll ever look different, but that’s one of the great joys of training through winter – watching the world around you, whether that’s London parks or Wiltshire farms, come to life again.
#7: Words of wisdom
‘Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.’ – Rudyard Kipling Among my most valuable possessions are my grandfather’s notebooks from medical school. Eight battered volumes filled with his spidery handwriting, carefully annotated diagrams and additional notes written between 1940 and 1942. I love how some of these notes are identical to… Continue reading #7: Words of wisdom
Rose I.
A wave from the train…
I head out of Paddington on the train regularly. My Mum is just outside Oxford, my business partner near Chippenham, my best friend in Cardiff. On each of these journeys I pass through Cholsey, a small village where generations of my family lived and where my Dad grew up. I do this weird thing of… Continue reading A wave from the train…
#6 – Red Sky At Night
I don’t think this one actually needs any words.
#6: In the dark
‘A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.’ – Hermann Hesse, Wandering