Just think how fast Mr Baxter must have gone in this!

Pre-Raphaelites. Dirty buggers all of ‘em.

“My bosom bears two fragrant apples!” The very nerve of the man.

From the complete works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Page 371.

It had to come to this I suppose.

This is from the photo journal of Edmund Leveckis.
I was trawling through a selection of photo galleries when this image said hello. It’s the same number as me old house in Sunderland in the UK.

It reminds me of running home at 2am on a sunday mornig with skinheads in hot pursuit.