The Art Of Being Bob

Another long day at the office with little opportunity for photography. I rode to and from work on the moor road, as I usually do these days, the familiarity of the route not helping in prompting me to take the camera out of my back pocket. Ending up back home with nothing of note recorded on the card I was inspired by this reflection. My days in the house are now numbered and I feel like I should honour the considerable chunk of my life spent here with a few blips to help recall many happy memories - in an arty-farty way of course. The title is given by the words on the T-shirt I was wearing, a favourite of mine.