
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
– Laurence Binyon

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
– Laurence Binyon

Lit up at night.

My neighbour’s gate.

Snuggle up.

When black cats cross your path?

When sometimes a broom just isn’t enough.

A tablecloth of fallen leaves.

Looking up through the porch roof of Edinburgh’s Princes Mall .

OK, so it was actually a streetlight, but that wouldn’t have sounded as good…

Sometimes, we need a quiet place to reflect.