A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon.
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
That moment of exultation mid-way through the morning grind when you realise you still have a few jelly babies left in the packet from yesterday.
I would've photographed the jelly babies. But alas, they are now extinct.