Vegetable man how are you? - Our allotment is looking good at the moment, lots of crops ready to pick and share. The raised beds make life much easier, with beds you don't stand on your soil and compact it, which means less digging. And less digging means less backache!
I got the throttle wide open, both wheels left the ground - We spent the day at Lydden Hill watching vintage motorcycle racing. Men and women on machines dating from the 1930s up to the modern 1970s. Not just riding but racing and racing hard! This is Mark Hansford from Newmarket on his 1966 Seeley G50.
Train train, comin' right 'round the bend - We rode the Kent & East Sussex Railway today from Tenterden to Bodiam. The outward journey was great, we rode in a carriage that was built in 1911, but came back in a 1950s carriage that was very much like the ones I used to travel in daily to London only a few years ago, before the sliding door trains were introduced on our line.
But all of a sudden the lights went low - Ramsgate's Kings Street is slowly improving, many of the empty shops have been converted into accommodation. Sadly one of the first shops that I remember closing down, this fishmongers still sits empty and boarded up.
And all the lights that light the way are blinding - This stone pillar marks the once grand entrance to part of the Sir Moses Montefiore estate in Ramsgate. Now all that is behind it is a small woodland used by dog walkers in the day and early evening and bored teenagers at night.
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! - This little box of tricks ruined my afternoon today. Lin came home in her van with the left hand indicator stuck on. After a quick Google search and a telephone call to a friend I decided that the flasher relay had stopped working. I went to a local motor factors only to be told that the part could only be ordered from the main dealer, which would probably cost me an arm and a leg plus it would take several days to come in. So after a quick trip to the breakers I got a replacement for £2 and spent the next hour or so getting grazed knuckles and black fingers.
Put your man in the can, honey - I think there is a secret law that says all English people must have at least one collection of their own. Over the years I have seen and photographed many strange collections, but this one has to be one of the most bizarre.
