Eyes
The Frangipani, common in the tropics, is one of my favourite trees. If you've ever smelt its flowers you'll know why. We're lucky enough to have this one right outside our bedroom window. Just something to remember home by while I'm fighting my way through the London rush hour.
Tom escapes his cage...

...and makes an astounding discovery: sky.
First, stupification...
...then adulation. All hail sky!
The Caribbean island we live on is blessed with incredible natural beauty. Not only are there beautiful beaches and mountains, but there are also important habitats for wetland wildlife.
Today, I was lucky enough to be able to make a donation from work to one of the wildlife conservation outfits here. Just a couple of the sights from the wetlands they are working hard to protect. Long may they do so.


Tom makes a quick escape after hurling one of daddy's golf balls at the neighbour's pride and joy, her brand new Mercedes.
And then, upon appearance of the horrified neighbour, in an instant and without a flicker of remorse, points the finger of blame squarely at me.
Evidence in hand, and betrayed by my own flesh and blood, I can do nothing to stop the look of guilt that quickly settles over my face.
Rare moment of contentment
Max's chum
Why you little....get back in that bath!
Match made in heaven