Day Fifty Two

Happy New Year

Day Fifty One

We are family

Day Fifty

I remember so little from yesterday

Day Forty Nine

Cogito ergo sum

Day Forty Eight

Scary monsters and supercreeps. Don't look in the mirror

Day Forty Seven

Now I'm here, now I'm there

Day Forty Six

The weatherman says 'no snow today'

Day Forty Five

Great beauties don't do drugs, do they?

Day Forty Four

We are on a road to nowhere

Day Forty Three

Home is where the light is

Day Forty Two

80 years of cross processing?

Day Forty One

Snowed in, no electric, but still have to get the daily shot posted

Day Forty

As the Captain said - Eelectrice cityyyyyy!

Day Thirty Nine

Free money

Day Thirty Eight

Faint days of winter time

Day Thirty Seven

An old day dies

Day Thirty Six

They are infesting my desk

Day Thirty Five

Here come the cavalry

Day Thirty Four

The factory goes dark and the clocks stops

Day Thirty Three

'I have been young, and now am not too old'
Edmund Blunden

Day Thirty Two

Brain the size of a planet and all I have to do is rescue this blog. Urmm.

Day Thirty One

Take the rush hour train home

Day Thirty

UFOs over Amble

Day Twenty Nine

As The Count Bishops once said 'There Are No More Russians In Russia'

Day Twenty Eight

Today I travelled back in time

Day Twenty Seven

Double cheeseburger

Day Twenty Six

Strawberry muffin

Day Twenty Five

Time is running out

Day Twenty Four

Amble's ever optimistic cafe culture

Day Twenty Three

Evening approaches

Day Twenty Two

The world explodes in colours

Day Twenty One

Then a hero arrives

Day Twenty

The calm may lead to complacency

Day Nineteen

And after the storm, the calm

Day Eighteen

Storm front approaching

Day Seventeen

Home sweet home

Day Sixteen

Who are you?

Day Fifteen

Rural idyll, bring me power

Day Fourteen

Please?

Day Thirteen

The face of the avenger's masque

Day Twelve

On the feast of St Abercrombie they build castles in the sky

Day Eleven

All along the forest road

Day Ten

The dreaming spire of Amble

Day Nine

We cyclops care not a jot for young gods

Day Eight

The playing fields are empty because they're all out skimming stones

Day Seven

A fine place to start a Jacobite rebellion

Day Six

The empty seat offers the route home

Day Five

Horned monsters appeared from the mouth of the storm

Day Four

Everyday different, everyday the same

Day Three

Let your grey thoughts ride white horses