*There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.*
John Gregory Brown
I've posted these words before but they're such lovely words I thought I'd give them an airing on Fathers Day..
Another one from our recent holiday.
My Bro A took this. This badass birdie swooped down into his garden in the Leeds suburbs and it was the last day on Earth for a dove... Not surprisingly his daughters had never seen anything like it and feared that they would be next!
...At the mouth of the cave.
*Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder than before..*
My lovely flight bag. I kept the faith in the skies over Europe...