Annika took hundreds of photographs when she came to visit me in Knowstone. I haven't been able to look at them for months because...well...they would upset me. But a few days ago I bit the bullet and I had a look. I was right, most of the photos made me feel melancholy but this one of me in my retired jeans melted my heart. I loved those jeans may they rest in peace and this pic is awesome because it's taken pre-hind-quarters-rotting on an incredible June evening with the beautiful rolling hills of Devon at my back.