... which I never do, but I was waiting for someone. I got a little bit inspired by this little poem (at the bottom of the first pic and the top of the second) about a grave yard .
how lovely to think of going to a paradise via a graveyard rather than the thought that a grave yard is a final resting place. I don't know why I thought it was so nice. I must be going crazy in this seaside town. It must be the sea air.
...then outside my coffee shop was a for sale sign outside and AMAZING old post office!
I want, I want. I'd love to sell my stuff and other peoples stuff and run workshops on printing and other exiting stuff!
then I went to the beach and thought how lucky I was not to be on my way to paradise, by way of Kensal Green and how luck I was not to be working on a Sunday.