The tale of a love long unrequited, but for once not only at last returned but done so with more passion and depth than I ever thought possible.
A visual clue as to my radio silence.
A chill. A cosy gloom. The rain. This autumnal turn means a lot more than a handy topic of conversation for this particular Brit.
Competing with, and comparing yourself to a phantom takes your focus away from what's right in front of you.
Coffee got me through the basics this weekend, but no further, so today I have left the creativity up to others. They're very good at it.
Once seen, why do people not continue to notice, see and speak about a divide that seems to persist so silently?
Safer, simpler cycling in British cities needs supporting...or specifically, backing.
An encounter with a city. A dislocation from a place.