Early stroll. Maybe that streetlight wants to change places with that star. My shadow and me: nearly a song title. Hello, silent hill. The horse is not there: horse-lack. A cat leaps over a high wall, almost flying for a moment.

This is an opportunity to hold deeply these important images and freeze them in time, and preserving our Greenbelt DNA, human emotion and memory. If you can help, please do, and help birth this book into being, so we can remember the little things, long after we have forgotten everything...🙏🏿

I can't get shake that first sentence my friend.

Early stroll. In my mind’s eye I see the Romans who walked round here. A passing plane’s distant spark. I sneeze; the cockerel replies. The hill dreams of being a mountain. That well-stocked library of fallen leaves.

Thank you. Too kind as always. Means a lot.

Early stroll. A fallen leaf’s soft shadow. The moon is somewhere behind this drizzle. A PUBLIC FOOTPATH sign points to darkness. Green lights garland that old tree. A black cat in an upstairs window.

Early stroll. Stars tell their ancient stories. Shall I count all these fallen leaves? Maybe tomorrow. The waiting lad with the bag waits with his bag. Morning peeps through a broken bus shelter roof. The shining currency of streetlights.

Beautiful work sir.

Just the smile I needed as the monsoon season hits us here in Guernsey...

Early stroll. Drizzle drizzles drizzily. The confidence of a new wall. A leaf autumnfalls on my head. Three ladders on a truck’s back. A hi-vis man unloads bread from a van.

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That P word was the one extra word I wished I’d typed John… Key…

You arrive and set up in the dark. And then you wait for the window. Just a few moments where the light is golden (silver in my case) as it hits the rock. Light, always light. And preparation, preparation, preparation…

Oh man. I had no idea. Sending love brother.