Yeah, it's easy to wax lyrical when you're gazing over the misty fells at dawn in search of stoats dressed in your tweeds and deerstalker whilst perching on a shooting stick. You try doing the same when you wake up in a council flat in a grim, run-down housing estate.
Actually, I might just do that. Hence, this blog. I aim to wander the streets in a bout of flaneurie and note down a few ideas and observations before my next (proper) post.
Lentonist.
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