Walking to the station, stumbled across this photo on the floor.
On a sunny morning, on the bus into town.
A cup of tea in Sandra’s beautiful cottage garden in Sussex.
Nan’s homemade soup, nothing better.
Grandads afternoon nap.
The radio that never turns off, theres something quite comforting in the background noise.
Matt’s loft room has the best morning light.
weekday pints with friends.
After pub toast duties.
When the dirt gets left behind.
The contents of grandads jean pockets.