p.s. I know I’ve started to speak as the cranes – affectation maybe, but it’s a way of thinking beyond me, and they do seem to be taking on a life of their own!
p.p.s. How eclectic is this little gallery of photos? Today a woman painted a mural of a laundry on the side of a container at the Calais warehouse, later I ran into Churchill and de Gaulle, last night I attempted a photo of Eritreans around their campfire