Wednesday, 31 December 2025

Tuesday, 30 December 2025

Monday, 29 December 2025

Saturday, 27 December 2025

Friday, 26 December 2025

Ramblers Walk 7 miles circular Milton Keynes

 

This, earthworks at Shenley Toot, location of motte and bailey castle remains. I'm happy with the story that it dates from twelfth century battles between Stephen and Mathilda. (Living in revenge against the opinion that MK is just another new town.)

Thursday, 25 December 2025

Wednesday, 24 December 2025

Admittedly, not much of an achievement

 

Illuminated my micro dressing room with fairy lights instead of overhead light. (Neither photographed.) Also, decided to paint the walls pink. Low bar for achievement today. Maybe it's a necessary step.

Tuesday, 23 December 2025

Shopping, mostly

 Shopping, mostly for essentials.

 Shopping, mostly for essentials. Like crisps.

Crisps! Ahhh, why resist their crunchy charms?

I love them. 

 


 (The tins are just for show. I think the yellow one might contain a few Lidl ginger nuts.)

Monday, 22 December 2025

Worst curtain stitching ever

Emergency curtain stitching, resulting in shonky mess. I'm consoling myself, over the hacked-up discarded theatre curtains I saved from a skip, that at the very least, they hold the house warmth, and they provide the black-out required for my Dark Academia office. Also, they do provide the back-drop for this bright, bright moment of happy figurines to contrast my melancholic death aesthetic.


 

 

 

Sunday, 21 December 2025

Ramblers group walk

Eight miles circular, taking in restored Buckingham canal, nature reserve, woodland, Roman tumuli, lost village earthworks, medieval bridge, and a bit of road. Salve for the soul.

Saturday, 20 December 2025

Wandering Bath



I got lost trying to find the Long Barrow. And the miles of single track roads without passing places caused palpitations. A dog walker got me out of trouble. Farleigh Hungerford Castle was easier thanks to the A-roads, the English Heritage signpost and a car park with only one way in and one way out.

Friday, 19 December 2025

It's a long story


Started with a temper tantrum in a skip in Milton Keynes. Finished in Frenchay Village Hall car park, Bristol. En route, took in Nairobi, the Gambia, Rwanda, Zaire, Kenya, Johannesburg and Buckingham. Job done.

Thursday, 18 December 2025

Wednesday, 17 December 2025

Tuesday, 16 December 2025

Monday, 15 December 2025

Sunday, 14 December 2025

Saturday, 13 December 2025

Friday, 12 December 2025

Sunday, 12 October 2025

Circular walk, Cambridge Fens, starting Reach

 

 Looking a lot like this, for most of it.

Interesting things...

And this next one, I'm having made up as a lapel badge. When I'm standing at a reception desk, or an entry point, or a place where anyone under the age of 25 asks to see something on my phone, I'm just going to wordlessly point to the badge...


 


Sunday, 5 October 2025

Troillus and Cressida, the Globe

 

Fun costumes, messy play, acted out with dedication and gusto.

Friday, 19 September 2025

Still in Steam. Stopover, Stanton, Suffolk

I can't help it. Every so often, I have to spend a few nights in the back of the car playing with the idea of a summer van life, escaping from the horrors of the present. How easy it is in Suffolk to stumble into 1920.


  (And Mr Polly was always a hero.)

Tuesday, 9 September 2025

British Museum Exhibition: Ancient India Living Traditions

 

 

Where I become strangely fixated on the organza. 

Friday, 5 September 2025

Going in circles round Cambridgeshire

 The most fantastic circular long walk, with names like Bartlow and Linton and Chilford and Balsham, with sights like dragons and Romans and burial mounds and butterflies. Just Perfect.




Monday, 1 September 2025

Tuesday, 26 August 2025

Shakespeare's Globe, Merry Wives


The days at the Globe are the best days. Simon is often waiting, right at the front of the groundlings queue, sometimes wearing his special hat. And Lorna, my best Shakespeare buddy. I met her at the Merchant of Venice and we rub along just fine. This time we also found the gentleman from Chicago, who seemed a mild enough gentleman librarian, until the second time Trump was mentioned, and the effing this and effing that started, and then there was no stopping him, with the windmilling arms and the yelling and the I HOPE HE DIES. Honestly, waiting in the groundlings queue is the best supporting act to the main stage. I highly recommend it, and maybe see you there.