All posts tagged Doors

Looking at doors

Tuesday involved exploring Bath, looking at doors. We figured that if there’s anywhere in England with buildings grandiose enough to suit the purpose of covering a book, it’s Bath. I took a few photographs of unsuspecting panelled perils, and even though I don’t have Photoshop or any such software right now, I should be able to [...]

Oxfordian Rhyme

I went on an adventure to Oxford today. I can’t afford the rail fare but I also can’t bear to do nothing. It turned out to be the best possible use for all that money; not only did I have a great time exploring the city, I also got a substantial amount of writing done on [...]

Charleyboy’s Following

I can’t seem to concentrate on my notebook unless I’m out and about, so I went for a wander around Bridgnorth again the other day. It was bloody freezing,  but productive; five pages of shaky prose is better than nothing at all. I went past the ruins, took in the view, warmed myself with milky coffee [...]

Narrowly trespassing

Je vais te suivre sur les routes, à travers les rêves, à travers c hamps, nous avons l abouré, pavée avec d es intentions réalisé trop tard. Je te suivra i sans cesse, sans pitié , avec fureur, et ne se reposera pas jusqu’à ce que tu es à moi. Tra vers la France, à [...]

Year in review

End as you mean to go on. Or should that be start? We’re on the edge of 2011, staring down the barrel of 2012. I’m wrapping up this mad, tangled year with a cup of tea and a seat by the fire, basking in the glow of twenty-one successful eBay listings and the wonderful news [...]