A happy Sunday afternoon spent on the Heath with Desert Oracle, my diary, and Edward Abbey

Golders Hill Park at dusk

This view - especially on the way to work - is never anything other than a shot in the arm.

Today's office. Okay, not quite. But a decent temporary setup after work.

After the storm

Inspiration...

Rounders

My patch...

Dawn raid

Helvellyn (950m)

So a loaf tin really does make for a more regular-shaped loaf. Hurrah!

Morning.

Velodrome!

"The minster chimes strike ten. I go to bed very conscious that I am sleeping within the white walls of York, loving her beauty, her peace, her dignity, and the calm, unhurried way she has..." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England

"The walls offer you a three-mile walk, which I consider to be the best before-breakfast walk in England." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England

"...and right ahead, that classic view of York Minster lifting its towers above the city and the white wall twisting on and on..." - H. V. Morton

"York is the loveliest city in all England. She is England's last real anchor to the Middle Ages." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England

Always a pleasure to find my trusty bicycle waiting for me after a long journey.

Dawn, and the silhouette of All Saints Pavement

"She does not ask you to love her: she is like London in that. She is there: she is York." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England

"The curved platforms of York are well worth the study of any man interested in the personalities of stations." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England

"Was London really only a few hours away down the road? I asked myself. I had made the break."- H. V. Morton, The Call of England

"On one of those gold mornings which April borrows from June, I set out alone in search of new adventures."- H. V. Morton, The Call of England

Signs of life!

A mini loaf for Sunday evening.

I was so absorbed with watering my plants that I didn't notice this mellow guy chilling out next to me.

Half a dozen free range eggs. Sold by a local farm from a vending machine! Game changer.

St Guthlac church, Passenham

Iron Trunk Aqueduct - and my nemesis, the horse tunnel.

Preston Deanery. A self-portrait of sorts.

Churchyard cows, Preston Deanery

Preston Deanery

Fields of rapeseed

Quinton

Hedging

Preston Deanery

Castlethorpe

Homemade leek, bacon and potato soup with freshly baked bread.

My first loaf!

Rise, rise, rise!

Good morning.

My first veggie box!

Milton Keynes you look bleak today.

Evening run.

Hello, kitty

Just say no.

I chose a good time to go and get a pint of milk.

My first reaction? "This room used to be pink?!"

Reunited with my wallet. With thanks to Mr (or Ms) V. Trains.

Not bad inside, either.

Kings Cross railway station

Always a special feeling visiting the British Library

The latest dose of cute in my voyage through Harvest Moon on PSP

Inside the artists' studio

Business trip; casual footwear.

Manchester Piccadilly

Portland Street

Up and at 'em.

Route 51 and Campbell Park symmetry

This morning's view.

It's 2014. This is what libraries (can) look like now.

Last light

The view from Nash.

Listening to Mogwai at my desk, watching the sun set not just on this Tuesday evening but on 2013 as a whole.

Sunday morning ride, with added frost.

Cheese board for dinner again.

The overflow at Lodge Lake is doing a good job of diverting the recent heavy rainfall.

This is how I am catching up with the world this grey, windy morning.

Hand reared goods at a Stony Stratford butcher's shop.

The first really crisp morning of Autumn. Visible breath and dazzling sunshine.

Always remember to look up.

Sunset over Watling Street

When we entered this field, the sheep seemed to be heading our way. At first we were slightly concerned...

Having a look at Mike Ambs’ For Thousands of Miles. It’s too hot in this room for a film tonight.

Lodge Lake - one of the balancing lakes of Milton Keynes.