Three taps
Occasionally a random arrangement of light and shade will stop me in my tracks, interrupting my conscious thinking, transporting me to a place where time and space mean nothing. It’s the place where...
View ArticleForkin' about
One of the things Dave and I do on our boys’ days out while we’re waiting to be served in restaurants is play with our miniature toys. There’s nothing quite like a good fiddle with a small...
View ArticlePure nostalgia
Miss Laura Anderson, pictured here with her boyfriend Oliver, are both undeniably attractive young people. Their passion for fashion is centred on the Forties, but there’s enough spare interest...
View ArticleThree treads
On Saturday, I climbed a short flight of temporary stairs, leading up to a stage, to gain a higher vantage point from which to make a picture of three large chandeliers. In the end the trio did nothing...
View ArticleGingham
I like the way glass both reflects and refracts light simultaneously. The base of this sundae dish was distorting the underlying gingham table cloth in a pleasingly surrealist style. If I'm not looking...
View ArticleThree chairs
Bingham Hall in Cirencester offers a range of rooms for hire. Next to the main concert hall auditorium runs a long, low building, which regularly serves as an indoor rifle range. On the day I made this...
View ArticleMore forkin' around
Sparkly and I invited Dave & Pixie to join us for a coffee break in The Pastry case, Pershore, this morning. We boys played with our pocket cameras as usual. I decided to develop the fork theme...
View ArticleA wet Monday
Pershore Carnival was, sadly, this year, a washout. England's weather is not to be trusted. Last Monday, a bank holiday, the brightest thing in Broad Street, temporarily rigged to host a Farmers'...
View ArticlePeppermint tea
Walking through some light, cold rain in Tewkesbury town, I decided that a hot drink with a snack would fortify me. Just opposite, on the other side of the main street, I spied a deli whose atmosphere...
View ArticleTerminus
One of the last lines from a Ralph McTell song that I’ve remembered since the days when I learned to play some of his music goes “Out through the door marked ‘Exit’, into the world outside”. He wrote...
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