You know when you’ve eaten a bar of something and you’re left with the foil wrapper and you’re bored and find yourself fiddling with that wrapper and it’s amazing what idle hands can produce. Seen at Regent’s Park Frieze exhibition.
I think it’s a baby moorhen.
One of those strange weather moments when the clouds darken in the distance, but the sun shines nearby. Looking at Primrose Hill
Somewhere in Cambridge is a long curved road of houses.
I never did see Zeus, but it was glorious all the same.
Bristol, home of Banksy, has a lot of street art. I only got to see the most obvious bits.