A small space for wandering, forgotten, displaced, disordered observations, field notes, journal entries and draft photographs to finally have a home and live in all their generally unpolished and unfinished form.

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“I’m not sure I want our children christened now”

It’s Friday night and we’ve only just sat down for a pint after a a hectic week. Starting to de-tangle the week on this topic jolts me from a tired daze. Its clearly something that’s been on her mind. Raised as a catholic in Ireland this comes both as a bit of a surprise. Whilst not particularly religious, she’s always said she liked the ideas and traditions around her upbringing. It feels like a big shift away from her connections to home that I wouldn’t want her to lose living in England.

“You were never christened”...

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