#169 – Sheep
Minding their own business.
Minding their own business.
‘We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no… Continue reading #168: Faded glory
Coffee at sea.
‘Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.’ – Leonardo da Vinci
Not only is he Jarvis, he’s Jarvis the Shelter campaigner! All the love…
Somewhat rarer than their pink cousins.
‘The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, “O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!’ – Edward Lear
…and whiskers on kittens… Facebook tells me it’s year ago today that my Mum and I went on our little Sound of Music pilgrimage to Salzburg. This photo was taken at the Mirabell Palace and Gardens when the ‘Do a Deer’ scene reached its crescendo!
Now we’re cooking…