Saturday, January 17, 2015

3BT

The weather changes before first light.  After leaving Reading in a bitter frost, on passing through Swindon, I see from the early train that the roofs of the terraced houses and the streets are white with snow.  At the station itself, large flakes of snow whirl around the lamps and settle on the hunched shoulders of the boarding passengers.

In Wiltshire, arriving in the warmth of their cosy little house, i find my daughter and her two sons glowing with vitality and intelligence.

Back at home in time for tea, discovering I have won six pounds and ninety pence on the euromillions.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

frederick sandys ... showing off a bit !

















































... i prefer the drawing, but the painting is jolly good fun !

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Thursday, December 4, 2014

3BT

A rarther ragged looking buzzard sits motionless at the centre of a village cricket pitch, facing the passing traffic on a busy road.

Yet another stranger reads the word cheese on the front of the truck and performs the appropriate facial expression.

I ring a doorbell and the girl who opens it has big bright laughing eyes and a fully freckled smile.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

apropos de nuffinque






















... this is a second attempt at one i "facebooked" earlier this week