Adam Tinworth: The Rest of My Life

The start of something new…

The Tiled Owl

My late mother loved owls. And here's one she painted on a tile. We just found it while sorting though some of her old stuff.

It's quite lovely.

Portrait of the Blogger, Unshaven

I love this photo of me Lorna grabbed earlier.

Fleeing to the Country

This, or something very much like it, is my dream for the near future:

We are moving out of our two-bedroom flat and into a proper house with an upstairs, a garden and sheds. More than that, we are leaping from the edgy Islington/Holloway borders (within shouting distance of the Arsenal stadium and the prison) to a Surrey village with a lively parish council. I'm excited, but I'm also terrified we're making a huge mistake.