I hear this charity bike ride is going on tomorrow. It looks like great fun! The photo gallery from previous years shows evidence of lots of moustaches, vintage dress and cups of tea.
Twee at it's very, very best!

(Images linked and via Tweed Run.)
Enjoy the weather everyone!
2. What/ Who inspires you?
3. Your guilty pleasure?
4. How do you unwind?
5. Plans for 2011?
6. Your best piece of advice?
(All images via Autumn Hair.)


(Details about the MIH sale can be found here, Photos via The Satorialist)
(The image is linked, read the full article here, at The Guardian online.)
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
(Images are from tumblr.)
