Landed in autumn. Pissing with rain. Might spend the rest of the morning in a Brighton cafe reading Bradbury’s ‘The October Country’. Might even splurge on a pot of tea, some crumpets and a pack of those McVitie's Bourbon Creams.

Landed in autumn. Pissing with rain. Might spend the rest of the morning in a Brighton cafe reading Bradbury’s ‘The October Country’. Might even splurge on a pot of tea, some crumpets and a pack of those McVitie's Bourbon Creams.
This day. 2024. 2025. 2026.
This day. 2024. 2025. 2026.