Hepple for Photos not Gin
Hepple. Even just saying it gives me a certain sensation of pleasure. Heh-pull. It just rolls of the tongue, and the pull sound at the end is tension…
ReadHepple. Even just saying it gives me a certain sensation of pleasure. Heh-pull. It just rolls of the tongue, and the pull sound at the end is tension…
Readwhen golden hour and sea mist come together to give you some epic shots…
ReadAs promised, I said I would share photos from my trip to Northumberland post by post. No novels, just photos… I have got my need for colour out…
ReadEveryone seems to ask that question after the summer holidays when we take leave from our daily toils and worries, and maybe for a week or two, we…
ReadThe author reflects on their relationship with their elderly father, who recently suffered a heart attack. Living in France and unable to visit the UK due to COVID, the author expresses feelings of helplessness and distance. The experience prompts contemplation of mortality and the value of family connections amidst uncertainties of life and death.
ReadA heartfelt journey from Autumn to Winter leads to a decision to visit distant parents. In Scotland, a decadent Scottish breakfast rejuvenates with a mix of comfort and indulgence. The trip also reveals a fondness for a compact camera, despite its battery quirks, making it a cherished companion.
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