Blood or rose petals.

Some pictures of this recent freak business that we call snow.

Beth sent me a text yesterday morning saying that the tubes weren’t running, so I fished out my camera, threw on some clothes and skipped merrily straight on over to Highgate Wood to get myself lost for ten minutes or so, before pretending to find an alternative route into work.

“Patrick, I’m sorry, but could I have a photo?”
“No, sorry, I…”
“NOW, BEN, NOW!”