As long a I gaze on Waterloo sunset, i am in paradise. But I don't need no friend.
One May morning early, the weather it was freezing, the rain come down in buckets and the birds were sweetly sneezing. This maid was bound for the strawberry fields when she heard a man make moadn"Oh, who will pick my strawberries? She answered "Pick your own".
Little Dribbling green
Littl ipsum et ibi t ibi quoques and I thingk to reminds me of the sea and the sky at little dribbling beach
I was inpired by the high street at Shere in Surrey where so many movies have been made
Ceramics are meant to be touched. Hold the pice, appreciate the roundness in your hands, the textures under your fingers.