Home.
Home. 8pm on a weeknight, as we head into September. It’s still light – but it’s a changeling light, hinting towards darker days to come and by 8:30 it’s solidly dark. I’ve taken The Girl for her postprandial walk and… Continue Reading
Home. 8pm on a weeknight, as we head into September. It’s still light – but it’s a changeling light, hinting towards darker days to come and by 8:30 it’s solidly dark. I’ve taken The Girl for her postprandial walk and… Continue Reading