jack fuller's pyramid at mid-summer

 

jack fuller's pyramid colonised by daisies

 

ockenden manor

 

two brighton & hove re-cyclers having a larf in lansdowne place

 

nice lettering at st john's hill

nice lettering outside clapham junction station

 

uncannily perfect timing

cycle over from putney to lavender hill to paint the front of a friend's house whilst the loved one heads for brixton by bus to meet people

about four or five hours into the job, as i arrive hot & tired at the top of a fully extended ladder with a brush and some masonry paint, the top of the ladder begins a very slow slide down the wall and i say to myself quietly but audibly, "something's wrong !"

gathering my wits after that awful second in which time slows to 10% of its normal speed, i begin to climb back down the steps of the moving ladder & to think about how to land, especially if it twists and throws me sideways

but then it stops sliding and as i climb down, the loved one's cheerful voice says "saved you" and she's standing with her foot against the bottom rung and her shopping bags in her hands, having just turned the corner in time to witness my predicament

designed by katrina ...., there's posh !

 

between waking and sleeping

the hyperactive talkaholic loved one arrives in the bed just after i've reached the point of deepest sleep

through my cerebral fog she's talking about the wedding we'll be attending in a couple of months

she says, with all the incandescent brightness of hope, "i'll need a new dress ... and a hat"

i mumble, whilst struggling back to semi-consciousness, "would you like to borrow my crash helmet?"

arrested development ... yer actual throwback, almost as far as ...

 

... chardin

 

clock made in pontllanfraith c.1820

 

swindon's neglected heritage

 

where i park my bike

 

grinding stone

found near cirencester by sheila evans in 1983

 

cherhill in wiltshire

greening up after a rainy night

 

sheila evans of bancffosfelen

attending to details of her lilac travel ensemble

 

mavis ferguson-butler of pontllanfraith

92 years old, stepping out at cefn onnau above crickhowell & leading this blogger a merry dance

here's one i forgot to post earlier ... lancing college chapel in sussex

whoa there ! isn't that another of plutarch's ponies ?

 

driver's boots take a quick lunch-break

the driver himself is away to the left, swimming in his underwear ...