Tuesday, 21 February 2017

When you get to spend 48 hours in your favourite place, the place that means family, acceptance, safety, and love.  Life is Good.

















Wednesday, 23 November 2016


Germany





Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, 
but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers.
The mind can never break off from the journey.
- Pat Conroy







Monday, 7 November 2016





































“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” 
― J.M. BarriePeter Pan












“All children, except one, grow up.” 
― J.M. BarriePeter Pan



















“My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.' 
'You are mistaken,' said he gently, 'that is not good company, that is the best.” 
― Jane AustenPersuasion


































Thursday, 26 January 2012

Wishing for the Long Hot Days of Summer





Today, I have been thinking a lot about the heat of the summer sun.  My fingers are icy cold as I type this little message and so I thought I would take a few moments to look over some shots of warm and sunny days from last summer!






Wishing The Days Away
On Monday I wished it was Tuesday night
So I could wish for the weekend to come
On Tuesday I wished that the night would pass
So I could call you on the phone
Now a man can spend a lot of time
Wondering what was on Jack Ruby's mind 
And time is all I have without you here

On Wednesday when you hung up
It was as much as I could do
To stop from wishing Thursday
Would pass so quickly too
They're out there making history
In the Lenin Shipyards today
And here I am in the Hammersmith Hotel
Wishing the days away

There's always room for one more soul
Down in the Human Zoo
I don't want you to come here though
I want to come home to you
Somebody's knocking at the door
Its later than I think
And its time to put on these stinking clothes
And get out there and stink

On Friday I wished there was something more
To be seen in the letters you send
On Saturday I wished it was Sunday
Oh will this torment ever end
Sometimes I get a notion to put a torch
To the tools of my trade
Here I am in the Hammersmith Hotel
Wishing the days away

Billy Bragg