Waste not, want not.
During the Christmas period, cycling around Derbyshire in the glorious wintry sun I stumbled across this wonderful lady. An unsuccessful attempt to cross the road, I found her still warm, in perfect condition. Currently hanging in the garden, there will be more on this to come.
Brockley fennel seeds
Stood for five minutes, I back out of the gate but then hear the clunky sliding of the chain. A gentle creak and through the gap sleep is wiped from a bloodshot, confused and seemingly pissed off eye. Apologies are made as it becomes apparent he works nights. The scar from eye to mouth slightly...
