


Hot hot hot. Sunny. Hot. Needed to buy cold drinks from a deliciously air conditioned local store mid way through.
Loved these two ripe red strawberries sat on a humble windowsill in Mill Hill Road.



Hot hot hot. Sunny. Hot. Needed to buy cold drinks from a deliciously air conditioned local store mid way through.
Loved these two ripe red strawberries sat on a humble windowsill in Mill Hill Road.




After finishing yesterday’s delivery cold and wet today started with full sunshine. The sun hat was back out the bag.
We had double mail to delivery, as I had covered both walks on Tuesday, so heavy bags and plenty of walking.
These poppies on Stafford Street stood out, I love their scruff happenstance energy and their delicate vulnerability.




A sunny lighter delivery day so a little space inside it to enjoy noticing all the summer blooms popping with colour. Fairly warm but a fresh gentle breeze keeps the day perfect for delivering mail.
No selfie in lift as I meet an ex postie, Tom, now DPD delivery guy in the lift and have a quick chat.




After heavy rain over night the early morning street are strewn with slugs and snails. Slugmageddon up Stafford st, with many poor creatures squashed and smashed. Drama increased by a series of red dots sprayed on the pavement by each gateway.
Opening a door in West Pottergate I am caught by the golden glow of a slug on the glass.
A good morning, we are only 15 mins short of completing both walks.




Another day where despite occasional slight light drizzle we manage to avoid any serious rain. Playing catch up with double mail on walk 202 but manage to deliver all we brought out.




Hollyhocks tower over me in Gladstone Street today, another dry but overcast day in which we manage to get all delivered.



Another hot sunny day. An overwhelment of mail, election flyers and parcels. We do what we can, trying to let go of worrying that it is not enough.
These everlasting peas in Earlham road pop with colour.



A hot and sunny delivery day. Favourite moment was spotting these sinister car seats in Gladstone street.
Working with another new colleague, feel like we are permanently losing a battle and falling further and further behind.
Shadows strong and some grass already dried out and brown. Felt like summer.




A return to work after holiday, due to staff sickness the mail on my walk has not been delivered for a few days. Bags are very heavy and we have to use trolleys on most loops.
Gardens have changed in the week away, all glistening in the summer rain.