marble stacked at st john's hill near clapham junction

there are lots of marble warehouses and stores in south london

here the sheets of stone were illuminated by the oblique sunlight

i was on my way home from work, and if i hadn't had to push my bike two and half miles along some different streets to the bike shop for a new back tyre, i'd have missed it

 

poem by edmund blunden, engraved by lawrence whistler, at yalding church

 

the warde family memorial at yalding church

 

hop vines near wateringbury

 

hops in the rain near wateringbury

pond life on the mackley industrial estate in the remarkably named sussex village of small dole

 

eastbourne ... band stand and pier

a delivery to the grand hotel during an unusually busy day provided an opportunity for a very brief scamper from the cab to take two pictures in eastbourne

 

eastbourne's other architectural glory, the effluent water filtration complex

 

oi've never seen nuthin loik it ! how the kentish cultivate their fields

 

the biddenden maids on the village green

 

the biddenden maids at the west house restaurant

 

the story of the biddenden maids

 

congratulations

polish work mate arek has just spent three weeks flying in florida to obtain his commercial pilots license

at one airfield landings are often delayed whilst alligators are cleared from the runway

dorothy ellen smallridge blows out the candles at her 86th birthday party

 

dorothy ellen smallridge about to cut her birthday cake at melksham british legion club

 

dorothy ellen smallridge aged 86 today with grand-daughter ellen rose

 

dorothy ellen smallridge aged 86 today with daughter janet

 

classic lettering in bradford on avon

 

great western railway gothic in bradford on avon

 

saxon angels in bradford on avon

'tis autumnal, ennit ?

 

west of beachy head

i used to work in brighton with a tightly wound chap who was doing his best but losing the battle not to have a nervous breakdown

one day i drove him up to the high cliffs at beachy head

you could almost see the question marks written in beads of sweat on his forehead

then i got out of the car and bought him an ice-cream and said "you've got to learn to relax !"

its never too late to have mother tattooed on your biceps

 

i keep expecting it to blast off with dan dare at the controls

 

tower bridge

tower bridge opened