mal du pays


A field in Cheshire. Next to our old Sunday Pub. I always want to sing “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz” whenever I pass it. You wouldn’t know from all the fleurs – but it was bitchin cold that day. This, the explanation for why my face looks like a rubber mask. I hardly recognise myself. Still, I love this photo. It reminds me of things.

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