Barbed Wire.

I went for a walk in Ovingham and came to this fence, it's not a very pleasant thing, barbed wire.

Quite a quiet day, but lovely, nonetheless. Sam and I were talking today about festivals, and I'm going to go to Kendal Calling with him, I can hardly wait. I wish this year would go a little faster.

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"3:10pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes. All colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots, left hand grasps what the body grasps not - le photographe est mort."