tron

 i've been talking about tron a lot recently.

 most (no, all) people think i'm crazy because of it.

but i know what they're missing out on.

seaside

more from brighton.

countryside

ages ago, when it was still winter, ellie and i trooped over to hampstead.

parliament hill, in the rain.

and the sun was back by the time we made it to old street.

glorious

bright and beautiful brighton!

obviously one can't make a sand castle, so the children in brighton are like little druids making piles of stones to tell the time by.

if i were to think of a film to match brighton, dirty harry would be my last ever choice.

ellie is magical and magnetized to vegetarian restaurants. this one was particularly delicious and the only trouble i had with the menu was being spoiled for choice. spoiled. me. the vegan gluten free one. it was called terre a terre.

and back to blackfriars.

oops

the following is what happens when your bus is on diversion and you miss your stop.

a man on the bus in front had set up this owl and a small stack of something  (like soft biscuit jenga blocks) and proceeded to attempt to take a photo. it took him a few tries and he was highly engrossing.

lens flare!

daffodils!

a little shrine

stones from travels : large slate and smaller red stone (on top) - andy goldsworthy in scotland; large rock with red paint (below left) - garden of cosmic speculation; chunk of concrete - la tourette; and a pebble from maison la roche.

notre dame du haut

up early on sunday, out on the treacherous roads.

the climb up the hill/mountain was kind of terrifying.

hello.

one day i'll be brilliant like the sun too.