Walking and Not Walking in Leighton Buzzard

Not the best or most edifying start to my working week. The rain did not help. Nor the bright glare of the low winter sun when I was trying to find a place to park my car in the little town of Leighton Buzzard. I left it in a supermarket car park with a plan… Read More Walking and Not Walking in Leighton Buzzard

Skies

 The slowly turning arms of the wind turbines tried to push away the dark clouds pressing down on them this morning. These are arms that will never embrace. Later, thick sunlight smeared like butter on crumpet clouds. In Luton, a black cape on the edge of town, drawing closer – to protect or suffocate?… Read More Skies