a dark day on the south coast ... he was showing her his tai-chi moves by hove lagoon

 

thirty-six portraits in preston road, brighton

 

battersea wood craft

 

battersea brick graft

 

above the entrance to the v&a is a quotation from sir joshua reynolds ...

"... the excellence of every art must consist in the complete accomplishment of its purpose"

i couldn't have put it better myself !

 

saint william morris in his best trowzers

 

... left-overs from a golden age when fine wimmin were two-a-penny

... we could cut out the best bits, dear, and carpet the whole flat ...

 

... 'twould look nice in our bathroom ...

 

... and if its sunday, then it must be bath night !

 

a wonderful book, from a wonderful bookshop

i've been hooked since i read the heading of chapter one ... "never talk to strangers"

the image on the cover of bulgakov's novel is said to be graffiti that was photographed on the stairway to his old apartment

it doesn't give you a clue about the treasure trove within the covers

 

every painter in the world must be jealous at this time of year

 

no cycling after twisting my knee at work ... so a nice sunset at clapham junction after a thirteen hour day

 

home early ... computered, drank, dozed ... woke to find the daylight fading

 

portslade beach ... i had twenty minutes to spare before my customer opened her shop, so i took a walk here ...

... its fascinating how young gulls learn to fend for themselves in such barren looking spaces

? arenaria interpres ? ... whatever ! in it's search for food, this little bird overturns pebbles which probably weigh more than itself

after the high tides and storms, the upper shelf of the beach is littered with "stuff"

how many events and changes formed this pebble ?

 

i go cross-eyed trying to think how mud turns into rock and then becomes a pebble

 

it's anorak time on the bluebell line (1)