I Turn Up, They Pay Me.

I Turn Up, They Pay Me.

Each Day I get up and I go to work,
Sometimes I do things to make stuff happen,
whatever happens when I turn up,
they pay me.

Pipe fittings, gate valve and non-return valve on the steam plant. My day job, is to fix things, I like to think that after all my time I am reasonable at it now.


A Single Image.

One shot from the Bios des Vincennes. A while ago now, but I still keep coming back to this group of images on my PC. I don’t know if it is the form and strength of the angels at each corner, or the classic lines of the whole piece. Either way, I am held by it and the sadness of the face.

A Little Bit of London

Just popping in to see how the world is turning. I thought I’d throw in some images from a recent trip to london. We went there to see a play called The Ocean at the End of the Lane. Based on the book by Neil Gaiman, it was a stunning show, highly recommended. Being run at the Duke of York Theatre.

The trip was a great short break, I also visited the Cartoon Museum, and the display by Magnum photo’s at the Saatchi Gallery called America in Crisis. Both also worth the trip.

I always enjoy a stroll around London. Normally I’d pick an area to explore but this time we spread ourselves around a bit more.

Stay safe out there, things can change so quickly. But remember to enjoy the small things on the way.

Wide Open

When the tide is out, there’s plenty of space to think. Exmoor in the haze, miles to walk, and because of the sharp wind, nobody about. Winter in a seaside town can seem bleak, but it has such views and sunsets here on the West coast of England.

On clear days like this you see across the Bristol channel to Wales, the Brecon Beacons, with this cloudscape for added drama. I love the shades of blue, the detail in the clouds.

After the three storms in quick succession, all rolling up the Severn, creating havoc, it’s nice to look back on quieter times. This past Saturday we had the first face to face meeting of our poetry group. You forget how good it is to listen, in person to people reading for the pleasure of sharing.

I hope your week is good, and you are staying safe out there.

There’s a Storm in the Air

Storm Eunice is heading our way, so we are bracing ourselves for the windiest day of the year. I know, it’s only February but hey. It’s going to be a big one. I took advantage of finishing early today to go get some images of an abandoned caravan on my way home. Just a few shots but I like them.

I’ve been slowly getting back to writing over the last few months and on Saturday we will be holding the first in person meeting of our poetry group since lockdown began two years ago, it will I hope be successful. I am struggling with my current piece, part the end of something, part cathartic, it comes and goes. Each change brings ideas and fears. Do I want to write this? Can I finish it to make it work for others as well as myself. We’ll see.

I hope no-one has any problems with Eunice. Stay safe out there.