Day 11 of photography101… “Pop of Colour” Amber. Golden fields rolled across the valleys, spitting up amber dust into the air whenever the wind blowed.
Day 106.
Bank holiday Monday. The time for plump raindrops, feather filled duvets and ridiculous trousers.
Flash Fiction Friday. In Deep.
His head bobbed… and vanished, rippling.
Monday Muse. I Seem to Have Misplaced My Clothes.
To the left of me a man peeled the last of his clothing from his tough tanned skin and stretched as though he’d been hankering for this freedom his entire life. To my right sat a group of women in…
Day 103.
No matter what my vocation in life, I will never be one to champion the mornings of Mondays… But I won’t whinge when the week is launched from a hammock, amidst some sunshine rays and views across the Sierra Nevada….
Day 102.
One of my favourite rituals when it comes to holiday packing… selecting the literary fodder I am going to guzzle whilst I’m drinking up the sunshine. #100happydays #day102
Day 94.
A sunny Sunday of penguins, Cotswolds countryside, rum&raisin, dead fish and birds both winged and womanly. The cherry on my weekend cake came disguised as a duo of mischievous parrots that are forever trapped in a toxic world of green…
Day 82.
The summer may have gone back to its regular home, but I can enjoy some interior sunshine in garish green courtesy of this bedside garden. #100happydays #day82
Day 82.
The summer may have gone back to its regular home, but I can enjoy some interior sunshine in garish green courtesy of this bedside garden. #100happydays #day82
Day 80.
We went down to the woods today, lost our disguise, got attacked by a mob of bears, but were fortunate enough to meet this kind souled cream furred fellow. We sunbathed together and he fed me burgers and hot dogs….
Day 79.
We are crown clad when it comes to shape making on the badminton court. We’re not so regal when the racket strings capture the shuttlecock and we look like a dog who has lost his ball. #100happydays #day79
Day 78.
Once the mercury levels surpass twenty there’s only two letters that need be uttered for the evening. G and T. #100happydays #day78
