Like crocodile-linked children on a day-out from school, clouds make their way up the Menai Straits, trying to decide between a visit to Puffin Island or ice-creams on the pier at Llandudno.
There would have been a time when this was one of the grandest houses in the North Wales City of Bangor: imposing, eminent, verging on opulent. Now a sadness clings to the building: like mist to a slate mountain.
I spotted this girl who had been stencilled onto a concrete wall in Civitavecchia, Italy, a couple of weeks ago. There is something rather appealing about her – especially in the way parts of her seem to be peeling away from the concrete.
Over the next week or so I will be here, there and everywhere, and the best I can do is to provide a daily record of where I have been and what I have seen. We start close to home – but as the days go by the locations are due to get rather more exotic.
Sunny Afternoon Church Street in Honley, near Huddersfield, on a rare sunny afternoon. Thistle Floss Thistle Floss, Bradley Road. Just waiting for the slightest of breezes to send it on its way.
There is a delightful serendipity about the objects that end up in the window of a second hand shop. All human life is there – available at a bargain price.
The Calder Valley seen at its very best – on the way to the pub!
Pot House Hamlet is the site of a 17th Century glassworks and an 18th Century pottery just outside the village of Silkstone. Today it is the home of a charming collection of shops and a restaurant.