John Smith

It,s quiet on the mountain just watching. The sea shines, white houses reflect the morning sun, it,s fun, just watching. The Autumnal breeze blows my thinning hair, my dog, faithful frien…

One day she asked me round her house for a cup of tea.

He turned to me and gave me a withering look.

These havens of gossip, because thats what they were.

She emptied them all out onto the counter and the poor guy raised his eyes in horror.

To say he went mad is an understatement.

I would like to take this opportunity to really thank everyone who commented on my picture (Flight.) To have so many comments on one picture is to say the least, inspiring. My pictures usual…

We live for the sun, so does our dog, anything below 14c he shivers like hell.

In those days they were all 78s which to me seemed to revolve at a tremendous speed.

They had Gerbils, Rats, Mice which in one night increased from 2 to 22.

On answering it, i was presented with my neighbour Manolo, his two youngest, Estelle, who was 13 at the time and Maribel, who was 11.

If you can imagine 6 women and Louis, all in this container fighting it out.