Poppy Robinson

anyways here is is cause i'm not a pussy

wax jackets (barbour or similar) with lots of pockets… you can carry so many books in a poacher’s pocket

battered leather boots that were smart once

walking through a village graveyard with the sun at your back, warming you slightly in the crisp morning

always carrying a pocketknife (opinels are preferable)

tweed jackets - practical and warm (and classic da)

sketching the animals and plants around you and pinning them up in your room

collecting insects and labelling them neatly in their boxes

finding a sun-bleached sheep skull on a mountainside and taking it home

wandering across fields and moors with no particular aim in mind, and a hip flask full of whisky to keep you warm

stone churches in tiny villages, the smell of old bibles, sun through stained glass windows

taking a stack of books down to the river to sit and read in the sun

riding your bike down to the village library, occupying the only table for the afternoon