Frozen footprints.

Some people are obsessed with birds. I'm obsessed with bird footprints.

I doodle them, I dream them, when I'm not too sober I see them out of the corner of my eye. They scutter across surfaces, appear then disappear. Is scutter even a word? I think so, but my mac seems to think not. Whatever. It should be a word.

Anyway, when I saw this, frozen into an Amsterdam canal? It was like my doodles had come to life.

Um, what?

This is not a food blog. Nor is it a fashion, music, photography or travel blog.

It's bits and bobs, little pieces of inspiration. Fuck knows what I'll be posting in a year, but I'd quite to find out.

Feel free to stick around and see. Or if you like something a little more organised, trot on.