sir john caryll and family at warnham church in sussex

 

sir john caryll's boys at warnham church in sussex

 

queens ... sheba and esther

at warnham church in sussex, to commemorate victoria's fiftieth anniversary

 

we'll go no more a roving

 

george iv looking unconscionably smug

 

one of my favourite lamp-posts

 

posh monogram on a brighton pillar box

 

we went to a tea party ... there were nice guests such as david and eejay, real bone china teacups, and real cucumber sandwiches with no crusts

 

pocket money

i remember when ...

it cost seven pence old money to get in to the athelstan cinema on a saturday afternoon

for which you saw

1. the trailers

2. if you were lucky, a western in colour starring james stewart or roy rogers or whoever ...

3. a serial, most of which were black and white pre-war stuff like flash gordon, and all of which ended with the clash of cymbals and the same words every time ...

"see next week's exciting episode !"

sometimes i dream that i'm playing soccer again ...

in last night's dream i was part of a village team that was assembling in a churchyard amongst the tombs and memorials

to our great discomfort it turned out that the opposition was going to be the italian world champions

we immediately sent the verger into the graveyard to create a few rough patches with a fork, hoping to even things up a little

but from the first moment of the match we played very badly ... and then i woke just as canavaro was about to shoot

window in memory of octavia hill at crockham hill church

inner and outer doors at crockham hill church

 

rusty and trusty at the back of crockham hill church

putney savannah

 

putney fisher women bring in their catch

 

the great blue yonder ... who can resist the water's calling

 

come now, watson ! it seems clear to me that the missing swimmer is a cheese driver ...

 

calvin thomas ...

... is an artist who lives in canyon de chelly, arizona ... actually in the canyon itself

we met him on a frosty spring morning, just after he'd climbed up a narrow path among the sheer cliffs

this piece of sandstone from the valley floor is painted with an unusual restrained palette, compared to most of the touristy stuff sold at the canyon's edge

calvin thomas himself was a very quiet person

we liked him very much

two's company

arthur likes to keep an eye on me whilst i'm up the ladder

lavender, beaten down by the rain

 

principles and cigarette packets

it would be interesting know if there are any british politicians who might essay a list of their guiding principles on the back of a cigarette packet

over to you, "yo blair"

sylvia's rose

i stopped to smell this rose in eccles road, battersea, this afternoon

my mother planted the same sort around nineteen-sixty

then the scent reminded me of apples

now it reminds me of her

 

anarchy in the uk, on the marina wall at brighton

 

the aeronautickle bovine ...

is actually the eye-catching part of a sales display besides the old A23 outside Hickstead near Burgess Hill

it is not a publicity still shot for the re-make of reach for the sky

a hitchcock moment as i emerge from the english channel at kemptown, brighton

 

be certain of nothing ...

... for nothing is certain, said bertrand russell, philosopher and mathematician

i sympathise with his idealistic view, but those of us who are less privileged must be more pragmatic

i'm pragmatically interested in the way that sod's law seems to be subservient to the law of averages

for instance, I reckon ...

The Law Of Averages Is A Controlling Factor In Any Calculation That Conjectures Upon The Frequency Of Occurrences In Sod’s Law. I’ve Said Before That Sod’s Law Is Both Universal And Particular, Universal Because It Can Happen Anywhere, Particular Because It Always Happens To Me. Example: Any Worker Who Must Get Up In The Night Will Want To Dress In Darkness To Avoid Disturbing The Composure And Repose Of The Loved One. The Law Of Averages Predicts That Once In A While, Whilst Putting On One’s Trousers In The Dark, The Seam Of The Crotch Will Neatly Fit Into The Gap Between The Big Toe And The Second Toe, And Inevitably, The Dresser Will Topple Sideways Onto The Bed, Thus Banishing All Sleep From The House.

Perhaps Russell had a tight-rope walker's balance & poise ... i don't.

i just had to do a u-turn to picture this ...

the extra-ingenious bit is the edge between the blue and white which seems ( very approximately ) to follow the map of the south coast

pan di doge ... you wouldn't want to fall into the grand canal if you'd just eaten even one half

 

... and here's one i missed earlier ...