I don’t sleep well anymore. I used to, crawling under the cotton sheets and closing my eyes I would drift off within minutes , not waking until the alarm went off. Dreamless, for the most part, but satisfying and without issues. These days I lie awake or am jolted out of anxious dreams. I wake up in terror of missing my alarm. I’m tired and grumpy a lot of the time, even though I have so much to be thankful for.

So, I take my pleasure in the things I do enjoy and try to put the rest to the back of my mind. I take photographs when I travel, trying to capture the experiences and feelings. I hold a cup of coffee in my hands, warming my palms and drinking in the strong tastes. I chop vegetables, melt chocolate and think about the flavours. I select an album, placing it on the player and fall into the sounds, marvelling at the voices and instruments.

This weekend we’re visiting Copenhagen. We’re going to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. We’re planning to visit Coffee Collective and eat vegetarian food prepared by squatters in Christiania. I’m going to photograph it all as best I can (well, except the Christiania part – even squatters have rules) and put everything else away to worry about later.