Winter Crispness
As, sometimes happens, we found ourselves wandering round Hyde Park at some ungodly hour of the morning, in the crisp, winter frost. I took these and thought I’d just stick them up here.
...a plethora of creative nonsense...
As, sometimes happens, we found ourselves wandering round Hyde Park at some ungodly hour of the morning, in the crisp, winter frost. I took these and thought I’d just stick them up here.