I used to wander around towns and cities frantically seeking out Blue Plaques.
You know the things I mean. Usually circular with historical information on about the building or people who once lived their.
For a while it became a bit of an obsession. I had hundreds of photos, hundreds of ideas for potential stories.
I’m not sure what happened but I stopped taking photos of them. I lost interest in the whole idea of life stories on walls.
It seems that these are the only ones I have left. I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled and start snapping them again. There’s so much to know, so much to see, so much to do…