A Bottle Of Rum

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS ENLARGED GALLERY Today I scanned another batch of negatives from the long walk of July 2003. I have managed to become slightly out of sequence, but who cares? I never had much idea of where I was, anyway. The first few were images from theContinue reading “A Bottle Of Rum”

On The Turn

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ENLARGED GALLERIES Anyone who had imagined that the long-running saga of the British Gas electricity bill had reached its conclusion will have been under the same misapprehension as me. Here is a brief recap. I had paid the delayed bill over the phone on 11th January.Continue reading “On The Turn”

The Foxton Flight

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS ENLARGED GALLERY It rained all day today. Aaron, who could not work in such weather, came for a pleasant chat over a mug of tea. I will not bore either my readers or myself with full details of today’s BT episode. But it does warrantContinue reading “The Foxton Flight”

How Did Pacific Pete Gatecrash?

On a dull, drizzly, day, I scanned the rest of the rediscovered negatives from December 2003. Therein lay the mystery. Yesterday, I had put pictures of snow in Sherwood Forest into my iMac. Today, I began with frost on leaves in our garden at Lindum House in Newark. Every morning, at 6.30 a.m. or thereabouts,Continue reading “How Did Pacific Pete Gatecrash?”

Port St Charles

Following the recent death of Ken Crutchlow, charismatic founder of The Ocean Rowing Society, Sam asked me to send him this photograph that first featured on 29th August last year. Alongside Jessica and Louisa, Ken stands between Sam, who has just disembarked after 59 days at sea, and me. This took me back to theContinue reading “Port St Charles”

The Official Welcome

It is clear that William Shakespeare was an Englishman if only because of his song, ‘When That I Was And a Little Tiny Boy’ from ‘Twelfth Night’, the refrain of which is: ‘For the rain it raineth every day’. He knew our weather. Becky and Ian returned home this afternoon, managing safely to negotiate the still disruptedContinue reading “The Official Welcome”

Crossing The Line

Our new granddaughter’s name is Poppy, which we rather like. Although the weather was warmer and sunnier today, Becky’s photograph of Scooby sunning himself in my chair, illustrated the general lack-lustre mood of the still recovering party. It was therefore another good day for scanning colour slides from May 2004, and incidentally reducing the tensionContinue reading “Crossing The Line”

Eyes Peeled

As I attempted, last night, to photograph an interesting moth in the Print Room, the creature flew off. This afternoon, Becky produced this image. When I confessed my failure, a certain amount of hilarity ensued. There is, you see, a family myth that whenever I attempt to photograph anything possessing wings, it disappears. Once more the rainContinue reading “Eyes Peeled”