A walk to the station #10
I see a milk float this morning. This is the first time in a long time I’ve seen a milk float. An actual milk float, pulling up by the side of the road, and an actual milkman delivering milk. Read the rest of this entry »
I see a milk float this morning. This is the first time in a long time I’ve seen a milk float. An actual milk float, pulling up by the side of the road, and an actual milkman delivering milk. Read the rest of this entry »
So, another beautiful sunrise this morning, even more dramatic than Friday’s sunrise. Oranges and reds and billowing clouds and it is a little like the sky is on fire. A stunning contrast between the eternal majesty of the sky and the everyday mundanity of the street below, or some such statement. Read the rest of this entry »
I step out of the front door and hope I don’t bump into my neighbours. I’ve heard them banging around and so figure they are probably about to leave too. It is not that I don’t like them, or that they are particularly difficult, more that I’m not generally a bit anti-social and would rather have such exchanges of pleasantries when I don’t have a train to catch. I think I’m maybe just a bit miserable. I then think that perhaps it is a nice thing to have the odd friendly face when you leave the house in the morning, and that I’m lucky that there are some friendly people on my road. A good contrast to the wall of impersonality I will face with my commute. Read the rest of this entry »
A day later than I usually do this kind of thing, but I thought it was still worth sharing some of the writing I’ve enjoyed most over the past week or so. And a day without my extended ramblings is probably no bad thing. Hopefully you’ll find something you like… Read the rest of this entry »
The backstreets all have their appeal. Sometimes that appeal is obvious – they offer a shortcut from A to B, or a means of bypassing a particularly busy junction. Sometimes the appeal is more subtle. Read the rest of this entry »