The Ship Cemetery
I can’t help but think about the men who sailed on these old ships that have been abandoned. Most likely, fisherman heading out to sea to bring back…
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A Breath of Fresh Air
It’s 15h31 on a Monday afternoon, and I’m laying in my bed writing this whilst listening to Bach played on the guitar. Molly is sleeping (and snoring) next…
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Parisian Nights. Part II. Montparnasse et Montmartre.
First of all, well done for not missing part two of this incredible recitation of fifty-something outings in a lovely part of the world, except where my wife…
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February Continued…
In my last article Dear Reader, I promised you some colour photography and in this article, you’re going to get it. The sun was still warming my back…
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