The street where I grew up.

I have a suspicion that a child may have used this seat before me…

Morning office:

Busted the macro lens out, too…

Teeny, tiny frog.

Tree-mendous Fathers’ Day.

Crafting time chez Tinworth.

New toy…

Here’s one from the archives - that’s me on the left, taking a photo of the chief scout, during the 75th anniversary of scouting celebrations in 1982.

Seeing this magazine on sale in my local newsagent is odd. I associate it so strongly with my Mum and my childhood, it seems almost incomprehensible that it’s still going so long after she died. A silly reaction, I know.