Day Two Hundred and Ninety-Four

Amanda, Landon and me.

Day Seventy-Nine

We left Ohio today, bound for Michigan where I'll be staying for the next three months. Chance for a quick family photo before we left. This is my cousin Lesley and second cousin Heather.

Day Seventy-Four

An emotional farewell to my mum in New York City. Martin, Dean and I hit the highway north to New England and ultimately to Chicago. Mum and her friend Bev fly back home to London.

Day Sixty-nine

Final full day in Blighty today and have spent a lot of time saying goodbye to good friends...

Day Sixty-six

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear BIG SIS, Happy Birthday to you!

In celebration of my sister's upcoming 30th birthday a garden party was inorder. A lovely day in the summer sunshine, complete with BBQ, fireworks and marshmellows on the fire! Hmm, I could get used to this....

Day Fifty-five

Today we begin our marathon trip to Hamburg for the Europa Cup Final. Outside Craven Cottage, this is my Dad heading off to our coach which will take us down to Dover, a short ferry trip to Calais before a drive through the French countryside, Belgium, Holland and into Germany.

Day Forty-three

The Europa Cup Semi-Final Second Leg, 90 minutes from the final, enjoying a couple of pre match beers to calm the nerves!

Day Forty-one

This is St Paul's, my C of E church in Wooburn Green, and also where my sister got married a couple years ago.

Day Eighteen

Easter Sunday today and trip down to Hampshire to see my sister, I stopped enroute at the village of Hindhead to walk to the edge of the aptly named Devil's Punch Bowl (it was created by the devil....apparently). This picture shows the early morning mist still sitting strong.

Day Two

Needless to say Day Two's photo is almost immediately following the end of Day One. There's only one way to suitably celebrate such a historic victory by Black and White Fulham. So with several pints of the Black Stuff in The Distillers in Hammersmith, we drank until the early hours dreaming of the road to Europa Glory...

Day One

Not a bad way to kick of the year. Words can't really describe what an incredible night at Craven Cottage this was. I'll happily admit I'm a bit of a plastic Fulham supporter, I've been going with my Dad since the 1980s, but grew up in High Wycombe and ultimately ended up following Wycombe Wanderers. But still, I travelled into London with the faint hope that Fulham could turn over the 3-1 reversal from the first half out in Italy.