Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

A walk to the station #17

Wild flower growing out of retaining wall

We recently moved house, and so now I have a new walk to the station. We haven’t moved far, so the station remains the same, I just approach it from a different angle. It is peculiar how even the most familiar places feel a little strange, uncanny even, when you see them from an alternative perspective. Read the rest of this entry »

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Dead Flag Blues

Old flags hanging

Winding my way around the backstreets near Holborn Viaduct I came across a trade entrance to one of the buildings that loomed above me.  Read the rest of this entry »

Strangely Warmed

Walking past the Barbican, towards the City, I came across a plaque. I enjoy these official, and often semi-official, markers of London’s past.

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The Building Game

While I am out and about I sometimes play a little game for my amusement.

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Teeming Black Scrawl

Last week I read W.G. Sebald’s A Place In The Country, a collection of essays on his favourite writers. Within I found the beginnings of a roadmap for writing:

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