Guilty Pleasures

This week has been the sort of week that never stops.  First of all I met with an artist for an exhibition at the Cluny Gallery.  I’m not going to reveal who it is or what she does just yet, but what I will reveal is her extraordinary commitment to lists.  She has books and [...]

Books don’t grow on trees

On Sunday it was one of those inbetween days.  The sort that is a bit grey but dry and mild.  A non-offensive day you might say.

So I took it upon myself to have a photographic adventure.

My friend Helen got up especially early just for me and we carted my books down to Heaton Park and [...]