Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Mugged

A traumatic day... I was robbed, mugged in broad daylight. There was a bunch of them; I didn't see it coming. I'd just taken the first bite of a Cornish pasty (not even filling... just crust). Before I had the chance to take another bite, the pasty was gone. No time for a photo; this shot is all I have...

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Beware of the snakes...

Stayed at Sennen Cove last night, with the waves crashing onto the beach. That base rumble was augmented, in the small hours, by thunder and lightning. The thunder and the waves combined to make one noise, not two: a fantastic, elemental racket. It was thrilling!

In the morning I walked around the cove, taking pix... including this lukewarm welcome...




Saturday, 28 February 2015

Taking down the bunting...

Against all expectations, broadband speeds in rural Cornwall are blisteringly fast... so it was a matter of moments today to send a batch of photographs into the ether.

Bunting being taken down in the fishing village of Mevagissey...


Friday, 27 February 2015

Looe at night...

Back in Cornwall after, oh, more than 40 years. I stayed the night in a small fishing town called Looe...


Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Waterside living...

I spent a few hours at Port Solent, a new(ish) marina near Portsmouth. It seems to have all the right ingredients: boats, fancy waterside apartments, and ‘the Boardwalk’, which turns out to be an uninspiring collection of retailers and restaurants. Maybe the architects wanted to recreate a San Francisco vibe, a ‘Fisherman’s Wharf’ scenario. But the whole is less than the sum of the parts, and this pale pastiche was almost deserted. The boats sat at their moorings, a few people congregated in Wetherspoons, and less than a dozen people (including me) saw Boyhood at the nearby cinema…


Friday, 23 January 2015

Whernside...

Snow in Ribblesdale, in the Yorkshire Dales, with Whernside, one of the Three Peaks, in the distance...


Sunday, 18 January 2015

Asylum to apartments...

The snow’s arrived, but I have articles to write… so no time to be out and about with my camera. The hospital in Guiseley, Leeds (‘lunatic asylum’, as it used to be known) has a new lease of life as upmarket apartments…