Month: January 2016
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
Take an Object
#5: Traffic light
‘The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.’ – Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
Vest
#5 – Looking Skyward
It’s a bit tall, isn’t it? Looking up at “The Shard” from London Bridge Station. KW
Morning has broken
Some mornings are better for running than others. When grey gives way to blue and the mist rises from the grass it’s simply beautiful.
I made it with my bum
Back at my desk. New year, new work mug. This one is courtesy of my six-year-old niece who allows her toilet sense of humour to her present buying!