Christ, I would kill for a bottle of moisturiser. In the meantime, here are some pictures. There will be a lot of these. I’m not sure extraneous is the right word, but you know what? i can’t bring myself to care too much. My mosquito bites have blistered in the sun and I’m itching like a syphilitic sore. Aaaaaah, Italy.
Anyway, this was a my last week in France and my first weekend here…
Dawn. La Courcelle. Awoken by baby. Inspired by light.
‘I’m the stag.’ A birthday gift from my sister. I’m 45 years old. And I’m the stag. I rock.
My nephew is the monkey. You can tell because he’s holding a banana.
Hawthorn scratches. Since I decided that pain is pleasure wearing an ill-fitting hat, these things are to be embraced and celebrated. Particularly if they’re trifling things, like this is.
Shaun! On the way to a delightful day in wherever the hell we were. Stayed in a caravan. Had an awful lot of fun.Wild flowers on the windowsill of my favourite kitchen.
I believe the children are our future. No, I really do. Especially children that look great with guitars.