Le Moulin de Montmartre

Back at my mums house for a while. I started to make a list of things to take with me to uni and found this painting which I bought in the Montmartre a few years ago. I always loved the rough brush strokes.

I watched Frank Turner play Reading Festival (from my sofa, sadly) and read my friend Ellie's obituary. Both of these things were beautiful for different reasons.

Off to the pub tonight to see a local band with mama K. It's going to be a great night.