plucky little englanders venture into iberia's wide open spaces

there is a monastery in a little town in a remote part of spain ...

stuff from a room in a monastery where photography is discouraged ...

translation exercise ... how would a spaniard say "my grandfather has gone to see a man about a dog" ?

more stuff from a monastery where photography is discouraged ...

http://www.extremaduramente.com/2009/11/nuevo-museo-de-bordados-y-casullas-de-guadalupe/

http://www.hoy.es/multimedia/fotos/ultimos/46628-monasterio-guadalupe-rehabilita-organo-museo-0.html

build your house upon a rock ...

jarandilla de la vera ... los escobazos 2009 ... they're all completely bonkers !!!

collinson bwana ... the exemplary and paradigmatic epitome of anglo-hispanic super-hero-izm

there will be a short intermission ...

as if it weren't cold enough ... i'm going to snowy spain for a few days with my daughter

once i'm safely back in the arms of the loved one, the blog will start again on thursday

finished work an hour early and dashed in to the V&A

sloane street ... has anyone mentioned christmas yet ?

http://www.gucci.com/uk/uk-english/uk/cruise-10/unicef/#0-1097671-189895FN0XG8653

Crazy Golf near Raynes Park

http://www.jurassicencounter.com/

Animatronic dinosaurs ... green waterfalls ... perfect playing surface ... high fidelity music ... they were playing Shane McGowan and Kirsty McColl's Fairy Tale of New York loud enough to drown out six lanes of passing traffic ... the overhead nets deter the predatory pterodactyls which roost in nearby Richmond Park

where one goes to sigh and to re-assess the thinness of one's wallet after buying a winter waterproof in peter jones

i could murder a fabulously fresh cabbage ...

laines organic vegetables at cuckfield

unavoidable pleasures

tales of the unexpected

driving through a dark rainy street in south london at five in the morning ...


a woman who could well be as old as me is waiting at a poorly lit bus stop ...


... and is doing a little twirl whilst she jives with an imaginary partner

arthur and i heading down the wandsworth road for a check-up at the vet's

foxy's social life ... she'll talk to anyone

what i was reading whilst brewing our tea at six this morning

on the side of an office building in wandsworth that must have employed a lot of telephone operators when it was built