Started from Southam, Warickshire

 

En route to the Bridge Theatre

 

York

 

Arrival from the Falklands

 

Renovation project ongoing, year 2...

 

I remain ridiculously proud of my door.

Books for Painters

 

Book Bouquet

 

Valentine's Day and my gift to the nation. Fresh flowers mixed with silk flowers in a Knicker Drawer Note Book.

Words and letters: London

 

Grief, revenge

 

Bridgewater Canal, Sale, Manchester

 

The wonderful and bizarre Smalltown Lantern Parade

 

It's a low-cost radiator thermostat. Now can we keep the cost below 5 squillion please.

 

A good enough way of communicating with the plumber/s.

You're a Star!

 Restocking next week.

At the Vanessa Bell Exhibition, MKG

 

What books are made for

Universal leaning... Books on display at the British Library and British Museum, along with their human companions.

Playtime

 

The grey slog of January

 

After a while, it's endearing

 

This is my town. And it suits me, perfectly.

Myself, I'm planning on shooting some books

I drive over to someone else's town twice a month now. This is so I can attend their Photography Club.

I am not a good photographer. But I have been kicked into action because a) I have a camera which is a proper big one with different lenses and dials, and I would like to learn how to use it; b) these are nice people who are gentle, meet in the pub, and talk about shooting wildlife, shooting people, shooting pets and shooting their families without surfacing at any point to recognise their words might mean anything other than related to aperture, focus, and composition.

Let's call it gardening

 

Aged in my 30s, I would have planned my new garden feature as a week's project. 

I'd work daily, spurred by the imagination of myself, this coming Sunday morning, on the new enclosed garden. Feet on the beautifully laid old stone surface, table and chairs repaired and treated, the whole cradled out of sight by a circle of salvaged metalwork, through which I've planted clematis and honeysuckle, waiting to spark with Spring.

Today, I am aged in my 60s. I am at a 45 degree angle with the green waste bin in the back lane by midday, saying to the neighbour, 'I should have it done by March.'