Saturday 26 July 2014
Friday 25 July 2014
Thursday 24 July 2014
Wednesday 23 July 2014
Tuesday 22 July 2014
Monday 21 July 2014
Sunday 20 July 2014
Saturday 19 July 2014
Sunday 22 June 2014
Saturday 21 June 2014
Friday 20 June 2014
Thursday 19 June 2014
Wednesday 18 June 2014
Tuesday 17 June 2014
Monday 16 June 2014
Sunday 15 June 2014
Saturday 14 June 2014
Friday 13 June 2014
Thursday 12 June 2014
Wednesday 11 June 2014
Tuesday 10 June 2014
Monday 9 June 2014
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Saturday 7 June 2014
Friday 6 June 2014
Thursday 5 June 2014
Wednesday 4 June 2014
Tuesday 3 June 2014
Day 154 - Stop All The Clocks
(W.H. Auden)
For Jasmine, who loved the clock tower in the main street.
A beautiful, warm, and humourous woman, gone too soon.
I will miss laughing in your shop, and the way you let my kids touch all of the stuff and how you loved Carys and her quirkiness. And I will miss your kind words and encouragement.
xxx
Monday 2 June 2014
Sunday 1 June 2014
Saturday 31 May 2014
Friday 30 May 2014
Thursday 29 May 2014
Wednesday 28 May 2014
Tuesday 27 May 2014
Monday 26 May 2014
Sunday 25 May 2014
Saturday 24 May 2014
Friday 23 May 2014
Thursday 22 May 2014
Wednesday 21 May 2014
Tuesday 20 May 2014
Monday 19 May 2014
Day 139 - What You See
Today I received a lovely notebook from my friend Nadine, scattered with some fantastic photography-related quotes like this one from Henry David Thoreau -
"It's not what you look at the matters, it's what you see".
Sunday 18 May 2014
Saturday 17 May 2014
Friday 16 May 2014
Thursday 15 May 2014
Day 135 - One Hundred And Five In Dog Years
Ripper turned fifteen today.
Quite amazing for a Labrador, although unofficial records say that others have lived to anywhere between twenty-four to twenty-nine years of age.
He was a pet shop special, probably from a puppy mill, bought in the days before I even realised they existed, much less knew how awful they were.
Sold as a pure-bred, we received a phone call a few days later informing us 'the vet' thought there was 'something else' in him, and would we like to return him?
There was no way that was going to happen.
Ripper barely set a foot wrong, even as a puppy, apart from the odd escapade with Whoopi (who died in 2011) where they ended up in the pound.
There have been times over the last couple of years when I thought he wouldn't last the week, but he keeps on keeping on, albeit really slowly these days.
He is the most gentle, smart and intuitive dog. I don't think there'll ever be another one like him.
Happy birthday, old mate.
Wednesday 14 May 2014
Tuesday 13 May 2014
Monday 12 May 2014
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