• The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Chills.

    This week’s WordPress Photography challenge is to capture the extra(ordinary). This little guy’s sole purpose in life is to tell us sun-basking humans how tepid the water is within which he bobs. He does an ordinary job. He floats in an ordinary way. He even retains his air of ordinary when the waves of a belly […]

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Surface.

    So far in glorious London we have enjoyed about three days of summer. Today is the fourth. The sun is shining, the children are shrieking outside, my office fan is blowing hot air in circles, the inebriated are out early… and isn’t it just marvellous? Here’s The Hemingway Day. Surface. Suede and water never did mix.

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Quiet Please.

    Apologies if the below contains any mumbles, bad grammar or is just bad writing. Blame it on the tennis-man. I have everything crossed for Roger Federer to win today, although I find myself in times of trouble watching this current match, my nerves just don’t contain enough steel. I managed to clinch a pair of the illustrious, unobtainable […]

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Hide.

      Having spent the past hour dithering between Wimbledon watching, work and this blog post, I am struggling to find more words than the six below. Welcome to The Hemingway Day… Hide. The wind disguised his skulking inside.   Thanks to The Daily Post for the photo prompt this week, here are some other photos of doors.

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Who's there?

    Greetings on this very special Friday, special because it is National Cream Tea Day here in the UK, which sparks the never-ending debate… cream or jam first? Never mind that, if I hear another person say “scon” I’m going to launch the clotted cream. It’s scone. (And the very fact you can understand what I mean from the […]

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. The Drunk.

        Good Friday to you all. May your weekend be spent bare-footed with flowers in your hair (it’s summer solstice on Sunday, get those sunlight hours in while you still can).  Here’s a few short fiction words and a rainbow hued photo from The Hemingway Day…   The Drunk. My personality was locked in bottles.