I was back in Norfolk a few weeks ago, when it was really cold. Dad took me for a walk out along the old railway line toward Stalham. Every step was frozen underfoot, with woodpeckers trying their utmost to make a mark on the bark of trees, just out of our sight.

We always come out of our local chippie smiling. Not only because we are having fish ‘n’ chips but because the guy in there likes to chat. We haven’t got to names yet, but I’m sure that will be next time, as he’s bringing in some pictures of cars to show us… Whilst we were waiting for our fish to fry we overheard two local boys chatting. The guy in the green was reading from, what we can only assume was some sort of history of boxing, out loud, to another old boy. The topic was mainly the lives of black boxers back in the day. It was priceless. I managed to sneak a candid shot on my phone. Yes, he was wearing green double denim.
TweetTrying out my lens again in Borough Market, after riding from home, along the river. Brisk day, the sun breaking through.
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