Sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you. Stare as hard as you like. It just doesn’t register. Take this photo as an example. What do you see? If your list of things includes the glass window between the camera lens and everything else, then well done you. If it doesn’t then don’t … Continue reading In Your Face
We’re used to having life our own way. We stay for one more drink. Have one more biscuit from the tin. Watch five minutes more television before bed. Turn one more page of the book we’re reading. The great promise of life is that there is always time for one more. Death allows no such … Continue reading The Fresh Sea Breeze
Mrs P and I will regularly stop on our walks to take a photo or two. If I share mine, I likely share it with you here on my blog. Mrs P sends hers to her dad in Mexico City. He likes seeing where Mrs P has been and what she’s doing. Sometimes, Mrs P … Continue reading The Unseen Photo
Trump is gone, after four long years. Hallelujah. The virus still thrives, more than a year on from its debut. Alack and alas. But what, if anything have we learned from these testing times? I shall venture to offer a few opinions, if I may. Shall I start with this. I watched Trump giving his … Continue reading What Did We Learn?
I took the photo from Bournemouth pier, from which you can see three of the towns main attractions. There's the Oceanarium, with the recent addition of a penguin enclosure. There's the beach, which is the number one attraction when the sun puts in an appearance. And behind them both is the orange brick Bournemouth International … Continue reading The Mass Vaccination Centre
I turned up to work early yesterday morning. By early, I mean 6am. When the world is still in the pitch black of night, ice is trying to form on the car windscreen and if you see anyone about, he or she is most likely to be a fox. The chap scheduled to work the … Continue reading The Last Train
Join me for a drive, won’t you? We’re going to Eastcote, in North West London, where my friend Matthew lives. Or lived. The year this drive takes place in is probably 1978, and I’m guessing Matthew has moved on since then. I remember this particular drive, because my mum told my brother and I that … Continue reading Death
The Mexile 