It’s a scheduled water training evening – for dogs and owners – at Poppymead Gundogs. Retrieving from in and across the River Kennet in rural West Berkshire. Some dogs, it’s fair to say, are more practiced than others but under the expert eye of Andrew Gray they will all get up to speed – sooner […]
There are many things to be expected in the Lake District in August – rain, obviously, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many lakes, and low cloud obscuring the drama of the high mountains; but not generally a wholly rebuilt 1928 Austin 7, perched on a low bluff overlooking Wastwater, the deepest and most remote lake […]
Into the fourth week of lockdown, I was supposed to be in Barcelona last weekend but Spain didn’t want me and all things considered I didn’t really want to go. So, the back garden it is – at least we have a big one, with trees and flowers and stuff. This is a Poet’s Narcissus […]
London, pretty much closed for business, it’s Oxford Street, Jim, but not as we know it. And as it turns out, the day of the Covid-19 lock-down – maybe this image will become famous…? I like the irony of the road markings, unless the Mayor had them painted the night before.
This is the second time I’ve seen a busker with a harp, the first time was in Buenos Aires – on a train, which I thought was a pretty good effort. This guy was in the Marais in Paris, he was getting some passing trade but the young lad on the scooter was particularly entranced […]
Arch Gallery Bridge Number 493 to be precise. Just one of the 988 bridges (well, each culvert and earthwork seems to count as a bridge) on the narrow gauge railway running from Kalka to the British Raj’s old summer capital of Shimla, 2,075m above sea level and 350 kilometres from Delhi – a world away. […]
Jodhpur, the famous blue city in the Thar Desert of Rajasthan; although I think it was probably a bit bluer twenty or more years ago – before new development and lax controls allowed people to replace old with new and blue with brown. Anyway, imagine my surprise when out early one morning looking for blue […]
Here is the seaside of my youth, Scarborough was the big glamorous town, a few miles up the coast from where Granny lived. The Lido, opened in 1915, was originally filled naturally by fresh sea water; in 2003 it was filled for the last time – filled-in with sand and rubble. Central government starves local […]