Battersea Power Station.

Just for general wonderings…
Battersea Power Station.

Fortune Theatre. London. Operation Mincemeat.

Kindling was required.

We’ve been painting: Overtly Olive.

It was a soggy dog walk at the woods this morning. Snowdrops still going strong.

Today’s picture: the track I’m making on the local playing field.

Just recently I’ve taken to running laps and laps and laps of my local playing field when I go for a run.
Today it was 20.
Why the hell do you do that? I hear you ask.
Well, let me explain: