Sometimes, life fits into phases. My London phase was marked with frequent house moves and fleeting acquaintances. But for a time, Ragbir ran my local shop and we quite often had little chats as I came in to buy odds and ends. He e was a laugh. And then one day, he said he’d had enough of early mornings and was selling up. Another family bought the place, but it wasn’t the same.
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Middle-aged white bloke. Wanders around with a camera (sometimes just his phone) taking pictures. Some he likes, most he doesn’t. Likes animals. Likes the seaside, not so sure he likes the sea. View more posts