welding team repairing battersea bridge

 

battersea bridge under repair, the barge is servicing a gantry beneath the arch

 

nice detailing on battersea peace pagoda

 

lazin' on a sunny afternoon ...

 

itchycoo, er , i mean wandsworth, park !

 

the ideal gift ... for the gentleman whose arse is wider than his ego

 

thank god i don't have life insurance ...

 

the new pigeon net seems to add something to this allegorical group outside waterloo station

 

ellen rrose forward's halo tilting

 

tuned in to radio four digital

 

an unsung bridge, carrying the underground over the thames at putney

apropos of nuffink ...

 

the spectre of peace looming over brighton beach this morning

 

holiday classics quiz, your starter for ninety-nine points ...

suggest an appropriate title for this gem

what is going on ?

timely advice ...

the loved one is heading for the shops and is looking rarther posh in a glossy fake fur coat

so as she was leaving i suggested that she,

" Don't talk to any strange millionaires ! ".

arise, sir tom !

 

Map-o-philia !

When I was about nine years old & had just learned to ride a bicycle, my clever parents bought me a cleverly illustrated book about how to read the British Ordnance Survey maps, and then they stuck the local one-inch sheet on my wall. Ever since then, I have loved maps.

I told The Loved One about this quite recently, having been spotted cruising the highways of Utah and Arizona on the internet, and hoarding downloaded maps of places we've been in the My Pictures files.

As an unforeseen consequence, my Late Christmas Present has just arrived.

It is The Map Book, edited by Peter Barber, published by Weidenfeld & Nicolson in 2005. It is big, it is glossy, it is intelligent. I am in one kind of heaven.

Isn't she lovely ? Eat your hearts out, lesser mortals !

my very own copy of The Map Book !

 

carters fun fair comes to town

we finished work early and i cycled homeward, meandering through battersea park

everyone looked stressed from the cold, my own fingers and toes were painful

even in the middle of the day it seemed dark and there were specks of snow in the air

yet carters' funfair was up and running, the lights and music creating a little heaven on earth

it is the miracle of the age, everything restored to glossy perfection and hand-painted with enormous panache

it is a national treasure, as valuable as any art gallery or museum

carters fair at battersea park, not at all modern i'm pleased to say !

 

the shortest train ride in london on carters wonder railway, see how the stock curves to fit the track

shiny sporty austins queueing by the pumps at carters famous motordrome

detail from the flying chairs ride at carters fun fair

the oldest WORKING vehicle on England's roads, carters travelling candy floss lorry

thieving magpies ... two for joy

 

tree tops

dave okonski asked about the tree tops i photographed the other morning

i'm not sure what kind of tree they are, or if the clumps are "built" nests

looking again this afternoon, it appears that the boughs were pollarded, then whole dense bunches of new twigs sprouted, and finally all sorts of dead leaves and twigs have got caught up

they'd certainly be colonized by nesting birds, but such nests are usually devastated by predatory magpies

cheers, dave

on christmas day we watched gone with the wind, the emotional blackmailer's apotheosis ...

 

pictured with numb fingers whilst cycling to the paper shop on a cold and frosty morning ...

 

... and then, after we'd eaten all the sprouts ...