Thank you so much for the comments on the last thousand, here we are at the start of the next, so let’s see where it takes us. This...

Good morning from just north of Genoa. The brief overnight rain has cleared and left that dewey, damp feeling underfoot. Spots of drying...

Orange flecked clouds and residue frost greet me this campervan morning. It’s a cold one once more. Breath on air, steam rising from...

It’s a chilly one this campervan morning, brought to you from the campervan door looking out towards Dungaven Hill. A firm dew sits on...

A wee bit further north this campervan morning and into the drumming community’s spiritual home, which is Wiston. A chilly morning and...

Rain on the air and heavy cloud overhead once more this campervan morning. I think if I could use a word to describe the weather so far...

A good campervan morning from cloudy suburbia. Surprisingly quiet seeing as it’s a Monday. There’s a Robin singing in the oak and I can...

A campervan morning of pink skies and reflections. A pink haze in the almost cloudless sky and pink aeroplane under belies. Pink is the...

Breezy and whippy this campervan morning. Heavy grey and white cloud crawls across the sky. It feels a bit indeterminate. The sky and...

The horizon is on fire this campervan morning. One of deepest pink, it dominates the light, high thinning cirrus cloud caught in its glow...

A crisp cold campervan morning greets me as I step out the door. A thinning frost, hint of mist, breath on air and cold fingers and face. ...