For Billy 1995 – 2011
And especially because it is prohibited in part, or whole, by copyright.
*gives the everydog V sign*
Yesterday I braved my fear of heights and went up into the loft. Amongst other things, I brought down a box of old photos which I am hoping will keep the blog occupied whilst I get over my assignment-induced post-traumatic stress disorder.
These photos were taken when I was in my mid to late twenties. We (Finkywink & I) lived in Clapton, just off the Murder Mile, overlooking the River Lea and Walthamstow Marshes. I used to walk this pair up the river in the direction of Hertfordshire, towards Walthamstow across lammas land and down to Hackney Marshes’ zillion football pitches with no bother at all. It was the best place I have ever lived for fantastic dog-walking on the doorstep.
This photo was taken when I had come back from some trip or another, they were pleased to see me, and were due a big walk.
*advance excuse for apparent habitual wearing of hiking boots*
Ok, it’s a Huf Haus, which is an elevated version of a prefabricated building. This one is round the corner from where Billy the dog lives. It always makes me feel like Goldilocks when I go by as it looks deserted and I would like nothing more to go in. I’d skip the porridge, but a nice kip in the bed wouldn’t go amiss.