Every word, every photograph, every post that I share here requires a level of vulnerability.
That and courage.
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Every word, every photograph, every post that I share here requires a level of vulnerability.
That and courage.
It’s difficult not to like Brighton.
I mean, we go there often and it rarely fails to provide something to enjoy, whether it be music, art or just people watching. But Brighton, on a sunny, summers day, is always just a little bit special.
The only memorable thing to mention from this part of the journey was when we somehow nearly managed to get trapped when the gates on the railway crossing came down. I hope someone gets a good laugh from watching us on CCTV!
And when the weather got wetter and wilder, it drove me inside to dry out and warm up. I chose the nearest and most convenient place and, by chance or by luck, take your pick, it also happened to be the coolest.
She liked to think that she was helping him to be the best that he could be, and to maybe fulfill some of the dreams and desires that he managed to keep hidden most of the time.
There is an agenda, of course. There is always a reason, even if I don't yet know what it might be, don't yet understand. I suspect, and that is enough.
For us, there were inevitably tears during and after the film, based around our empathy for the family and also on our own personal experience of suicide.
Sometimes photographs and words fit perfectly. They blend and support each other like an old married couple, clearly lost and alone without their satisfying connection.
I love live music. Over the last couple of weeks I have been to gigs in a pub, a “pop-up” in a very exclusive gentlemen's outfitters in London and an old and awe-inspiring Brighton church.