King of the beach

Out of the grey, grey sky

Sleeping in

I almost wish we were butterflies...

...and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. - Keats

The trees were mistaken

Travelling shoes

My sister and her girlfriend's lovely house. It's so beautifully decorated and I always get a little pang of jealousy seeing all their wares and treasured finds dotted about the place.

Dry bones