Had a walk about with Rich this morning. Dull old suburbia had its quirky pants on as you can see; a car cat, old cameras, posh fish fire and a pink hat and boots.
Updated on April 21st….
These photos are from a day when I decided to walk the long way to work, taking my (old) camera. It was sunny when I set off but as I walked down the hill, it became mistier and mistier. It got to the point where passing people were partial and incidental. And it became all about the trees.
Funny because I’m more a people than a tree sorta gal.
“Hey, LB. Tell Mum what you called me when I came in yesterday,” said Richy.
“The ‘c’ word Mum.”
“What?!!! What did you do that for???”
“Dunno Mum. It just came up and out of my mouth, Mum. I’m sorry Richy. I won’t say it again, I promise.”
Postscript: We ain’t made him stand in the corner. He’s peering at the bus depot through the park fence. Honestly.