A Road In Belgium

Night & Day In Languedoc

He Buys First Bike

Everything’s screaming at me to stop. You’re making a gross error. Your brain has flipped and you’ve lost control of your mental faculties. You’re doing fine and there’s no need to hash it all up now by doing this. You … Continue reading →

The Baggot Ghost

I first met Katie Baggot about three years ago during the Autumn. I was walking down a quiet Shoreditch street on a sunday with my trumpet over my shoulder looking for something to do. I’d just been to a long … Continue reading →