Back in October, I found myself gazing, wistfully, longingly, down the Arno, standing on the apex of the Ponte Vecchio, the division between the two sides of the city of Lilies; the Tuscan capital of Florence, a place of which many of you will be familiar with. A place of endless romance, the muse of Michelangelo and Brunelleschi, the birthplace of the Renaissance. As my senses enveloped me, I threw myself into the swirling mass of artistic and sensual malaise, overwhelmed and absorbed in the beauty of where I had found myself. In that very moment of enlightenment, a GoPro attached to the end of a Selfie Stick, orbiting its owner who himself was pirouetting gleefully as if he was at the Bols
Gareth W. Dunn
Hi, my name's Gareth, and I'm blogging about living with incurable cancer to raise money for Cancer Research UK before I pop my clogs. Take a look at my first post for some background, if you like. I'm totally hilarious, so it's worth a read, promise.
This blog is dedicated to my dearly departed friends, and two wonderful people taken before their time, James Averill and Sara Djoudi. Please give what you can!