We went on the Sheffield Round Walk to take in some autumn orange leaves and sure enough, it was really beautiful, in spite of my rubbish photos.
So I got back into photography after a 10-year slow decline, and it was film that did it for me.
Having just read the book I figured I should also check out the film. It’s the same premise, a grieving couple (Matt Smith, Morfydd Clark) face some weird shit in the English countryside.
A gangster (Sylvester Stallone) decides to go straight, but faces a day of wacky antics before he finally quits his life of crime.
I can’t believe this is ten years old, and therefore twice as old as the nephew I watched it with today. And yet I haven’t aged a day.