Wednesday, March 01, 2006

st thomas a becket church at brightling

with squire jack fuller's tomb

last time i was there, the day was freezing and grey, this morning was just as cold but brilliant

i wanted to go in to photograph some of the fixtures and fittings but a communion service had just begun when i arrived

if it is sunny, i'll try again next week

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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

nice fat numerals, formed in 1905

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nationalised heraldry

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no ornamentation here ...

every little piece had a reason and some purpose

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aaaaah ! a lovely long P !

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sheffield park station sign

notice how close together the letters have been set

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here be dragons ... sheffield park station

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she used to work along the docks in southampton

this little tank engine, Normandy, was built in 1893, and she's still working !

i love her long shadow

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ouch !

i burnt my fingers on this tiny piece of bread baked by nurielle, the french perfectionist at ockenden manor

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brighton racecourse

what a joy it must be to gallop flat out towards that distant stadium down this great curve 150 metres above the deep blue sea

and from here, on the very clearest days, you can see the isle of wight on the horizon, and sometimes, even beyond that to the round hills of purbeck

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Monday, February 27, 2006

never underestimate a fellow human being

i still haven't figured out how to use links, so apologies for an untidy page

since making a couple of ( VERY SHORT ) visits to the navajo and hopi people i've tried to keep up with some of their issues & achievements via the internet

here are two nice stories, fresh today

http://www.villagevoice.com/nyclife/0609,lalli,72326,15.html

http://www.navajohopiobserver.com/main.asp?SectionID=29&SubSectionID=41&ArticleID=4699

dialogue

i forgot to report this scene from yesterday's blood donor session ...

as i lay down on the comfy blood donors' bed, i was unable to stifle a yawn

first loud nurse ( with needle ):

"Look at him yawning !"

me:

"Sorry, its a conditioned reflex, I'll yawn whenever I lay down"

second loud nurse ( walking past with a bag of someone else's blood ):

"I bet he snores, too !"

me:

"I'm afraid it's true ! I do !"

lady donor with very husky low voice on next bed, gives a heartfelt & theatrical sigh:

"Show me a man who doesn't !"

Sunday, February 26, 2006

untidy neighbours ...

... you wonder if some of the lads have even learned to wipe their own bottoms

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mmm ! that old apple core looks delicious !

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sunday, bloody sunday !

to putney leisure centre to donate an armful of vintage O Rhesus Positive

unlike the inept & inhuman californian executioners, these professionals had no trouble finding a vein ... why can't arnie do the job himself ? ... put up or shut up !

the haemoglobin test was a success, the drop they squeezed from my finger-tip sank straight to the bottom of the tube ... must be all that chocolate

the circulation is good, too ... it only took four minutes to fill the bag ! ... must be all that cycling

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