I’m no photographer. I don’t even own a camera. Well, not a proper one, anyway. But having a camera phone, I do find myself taking images here and there on my travels. As I suppose we all do. But I seem to take a lot of photos of the same place. Read the rest of this entry »
Well, this looks like a proper day out. Even if you have no interest in watching people getting drunk on a boat in the 1960s there are some nice Thames-side shots of London and Greenwich to admire. British Pathé really is the gift that keeps on giving. I could lose hours and hours watching all their old films.
The other Sunday seemed to be the first proper warm day of the year. A day without coats and without regrets about not wearing coats. A day when you can sit indoors, but will feel the guilt creep over you as you see the sun outside, the weather you’ve been waiting for through those months of damp and cold and wind. You feel compelled to go out. Read the rest of this entry »
Over the past few months I’ve been getting up rather early on a Saturday morning and taking the bus to my local supermarket. The bus takes a rather circuitous journey, but as it is door-to-door I don’t mind too much. Said route takes me through Slade Green. Slade Green has a rather shabby reputation. Nobody really aspires to live there. The town’s location, on the edge of the Thames, surrounded my marshland, makes it feel pretty isolated. There is no passing traffic, apart from buses with idiosyncratic routes.
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Wait until next year 