Fanella ella ella, ay ay.
Tonight (and since I previously posted) I’ve been consumed in editing a book chapter I’m writing about Manx POWs. This is the final (I reallllllllly hope, my fragile ego can’t take any more) round of edits, so maybe after that I’ll have time to actually post some nice pictures of Manx stuff. (Or me sobbing in relief. Maybe me sobbing in relief next to cool Manx stuff.)
I realised how long it’d been since I went on a photography trip, so decided to ease myself back in with Glen Wyllin beach. It never disappoints.
Currently somewhere in the 5th layer of academic hell, so here’s some memories of way back when, when I actually had time to leave the house.
I realise I’ve been a bit quiet of late. Somewhere between jobbing and uni-ing and broken laptop-ing I’ve been a bit useless.
On the up side, I decided to join everyone and get a smart phone. There’s slight perks to having to jab randomly at the touch screen while I wonder if there’s a finger specific diet.