When summer fades and we drift into mists and mellow fruitfulness. The summer daze and summer haze, of […]
Bourges; photography
It’s the cooling evening of the afternoon of the gig of the morning that started the night before. […]
It’s monster day or “Les Monstres”, in my home town of Bourges – that one-a-year-day, when you can […]
More junk on the blog, following on from yesterday’s post, entitled “Remnants” in which I speculated as to […]
