So, my beloved boy: what now.
Where will I wander, what shall I do
Now it’s just me and the wide, wide world
With a you-shaped hole right through.
Day 1.
Gonecycling (again)
Still riding. Still writing. Still wondering.
So, my beloved boy: what now.
Where will I wander, what shall I do
Now it’s just me and the wide, wide world
With a you-shaped hole right through.
Gonecycling (again) 
The photo reflects your sadness.