brighton; the west pier's skellington, the ruined bandstand, and one of brighton's fabulous cast iron lamp posts

pictured during a traffic jam on the sea front

a distant view of shoreham's gas-fired power station ...

... and another of brighton's fading glories

another side of brighton

the charming olde view along shoreham harbour as you approach from the west

 

findon church, near worthing in west sussex

you get this tantalising glimpse for about two seconds from the main road as you pass through the south downs towards the coast

 

after the rain

 

more sphinxes than you can shake a stick at !

 

a storm brewing above battersea dogs & cats home

we had thunder and lightning and hail and cycling home was less enjoyable than usual

 

may's folly at hadlow in kent

 

you might not want to walk through this space on a windy day

 

a very cold wet afternoon on the village green at westerham in kent ...

 

... one of the worst sculptures i've ever seen

 

popped along the river bank ...

 

... in case the oxford crew needed some advice on ...

 

... how to handle their oars !

 

three beautiful sounds

the cacophony of an espresso machine
in a tiled & smoke-filled bar
with twenty five spaniards
all shouting at the television

the hiss of the breaking wave
rushing back down the pebbles
on brighton beach

the ear-splitting merriment of
a feasting flock of sparrows

... and a fourth

the turbo-charged,
window-rattling,
organ-loft storm
of George Collinson's voice
in the middle of a joyous rant !

fortnum and mason's window dressing genius?/genii? at it again ...

... i'll have some of what they're on !

 

the aged parents in repose ... honour thy father and thy mother

 

breakfast !

 

... beyond the wildest dreams of avarice ...

 

lewes crescent in kemptown ...

 

... with brighton pier in the distance

 

lewis, a mature adult, has discovered the joys of fart putty

he says it helps him to annoy a lot of people & the only difficulty is getting it back in the pot

friendly ! ... then you'll never walk alone !

microanthropomorphism

this red boat was just swinging around it's buoy as the tide turned to ebb

that's the same cloud as in the picture of hurlingham below, moving on, as they do

at one time, back in 1928, the land over there was flooded to a depth of six feet

i suppose there'll be a next time

 

the hurlingham club, a rare glimpse from wandsworth park

their website includes an interesting history

after WWII, some of their land was nationalised ... today they only hold forty-two acres