I love walking round Bristol with my camera. I imagine that if I lived here long enough, say 50 years, I might run out of things that caught my eye, but for now it's a gift. I've put a cliché in extras.

Back to Oxford just in time to get to the dance that the band I joined three weeks ago was playing for. I'm bowled over that they're happy for me to come and play at a gig and that they don't mind when I miss out every other note in the fast bits. I've never been so motivated to practise.