I have spent the early part of the day lying prone, sporting damp flannel head-gear (eat your heart out Phillip Treacy), with an electric fan directing cooling gusts on to my battered calfs and toeslies, laptop perched firmly on my glistening wash-board abs, happily processing some shots of the tower that caused me such torment yesterday…
Let’s hear it for the powers of ‘Photo-shop therapy’….
I feel invigorated, restored & rejuvenated….(as long as I dont move)…
Oi ! Mrs Shpics ! Peel me a grape!
No tower in the last shot but I know you’ll forgive me dear reader, I had to shoot summat on the way.
As always these all benefit from a re-sounding click..So much crispier in a new window.
All images copyright Stuart Allan Hyde