Small thing glued to telly
Lloyds and Leadenhall buildings
From last Monday. Trying to make sense of the previous week from Old Winchester Hill
In the garden, contemplating the universe. With beer.
Diz is 12… smiling not stropping for once
Waiting in the rain to pick Daisy up from guide camp. The joy of bank holidays…
End of the holiday commiserat commiseration beer
Eastney beach. Another cold picnic
From the edge of the Cotswolds at Coaley Peak. Rain squalls moving in over the Severn, pretty magnificent view.
On holiday from work for two weeks now, and trying to make the most of it while dodging the weather. Took Little Ro, my second-eldest daughter for a walk up Old Winchester Hill in a brief window between showers. Well worth it, the view of cloud shadows rolling across the landscape was magnificent. It’s a place I love very much – I used to come here as a kid in the early eighties. At the time they were still clearing up unexploded mortars from World War 2 (the hill was used as a mortar testing range) and there were warning signs everywhere. It always seemed a bit scary as a result.
The iron age fort at the top is another source of fascination – you can’t help thinking about the people who lived and died there thousands of years ago and what that must have been like, and how different the landscape they viewed would have been.
Now, there’s just the wildlife and the walkers.