Category: backpacking

A poet. Yes with a King Charles spaniel and up-lighters. Market stalls and wondering dick heads at chav night. Fuck you. Sun a March born miracle. Now gone split glimmer of bright light. Motorway, Anticipation and cherish like yesterday pluss. I see them again. Tiny sheep, furry birdies, #babysheepflesh, As one would expect as we…