Deep December

Devon at Christmas. A good day for a walk. Woodsmoke in Irsha Street. Pink cheeks and runny noses.  A pint of Proper Job, our backs warmed by the fire. Crisp-fattened dog on the hearth. Later –  the smash of rain on the window. Little Wheels gently snoring. Big blankets. Socks on in bed and Sailing By: Northwesterly gale force 8, increasing; severe gale, force 9 later. The fishermen of England are riding out the storm.

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Designer, photographer and Vespa-fixated pub bore. Born in Yorkshire, living in that London these past 20 years. Get in touch at teninchwheels@gmail.com, especially if you'd like to send me some free beer.
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5 Responses to Deep December

  1. ally says:

    idyllic.. if that’s how one spells it (i suspect not). ta as ever for another darned lovely year of stuff round here. i know i should thank you more often but oh you know… well done mister
    x

  2. Paul Ennis says:

    As always, a unique perspective that hones in on the fundamentals. Thanks for the photos and prose, look forward to more during 2014.

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