Eating dinner by the sea – how very civilised.
This morning I was greeted by the above delightful email from Next.
Can it be that nobody involved could see how sinister this is? A blandly beautiful family all reduced to bland unthreatening ciphers by a pseudo-uniform. It’s like propaganda from a dystopian near-future sci-fi film.
The world’s quite enough of a dystopian fantasy as it is. I don’t fancy turning my family into one, thanks.
It’s a pretty damn good place to live.
Honestly, sometimes I just don’t understand why I haven’t been back.
I’ve been taking a little time out this evening to edit (finally) some photos from a trip to the Isles of Scilly seven years back.
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I’m lucky enough to live less than five minutes’ walk from a stunning beach. I know pebble and shingle beaches get a bad rep, but this sort of shingle beach really becomes epically beautiful when summer hits, and the beach flora comes to life.
Playing with a recent(ish) lens for my Canon M3, and finding incredible beauty lurking in our back garden.