Paid one of my occasional visits to campus today; I count 22 pictures in Manchester in 2024, so one every 10 days, and not all necessarily because of work. Not that there seem to be many people around when I do turn up, although this is excusable in August.
Last morning in Ireland. I mean no inslut at all — quite the opposite — by declaring that this is a country that does pubs very well. However, this guy was starting rather early, it has to be said.
A rather uninspiring day which comes as part of a long run of rather uninspiring days. Today I did my best with some very limited raw material. But, ah, the joys of cropping. Crop away, I say.
Being 42 