Showing posts with label Johnny Cash. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

27 December 2011


A ragged cup, a twisted mop - Close up detail of a bench in the Sailor's Church, The Royal Harbour, Ramsgate.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

25 December 2011


But when that certain look comes on her face - It's official, if you like sprouts with your Christmas lunch you no long have to worry about the consequences, well not too much anyway. Sainsbury's have published a list of the worst (or maybe that should be the best) vegetables for making you fart. The humble Brussel sprout only makes it to third spot. Second is parsnip and top of the pops are these little beauties the Jerusalem artichoke. Perhaps this is why they are widely known as fartichokes! 

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

7 December 2011



It's the needing and the sharing that makes the meal complete - We're off to France tomorrow for a few days. One of the best things about France is the bread, just about anywhere you go you can buy fantastic bread. It's not the same in England, over here it's very hard (but not impossible) to find decent bread, this was the best I could find today in Ramsgate and I had to go to Waitrose to find that.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

25 October 2011


So blue, lonesome too, but still true - Close up of a rose.

Monday, October 24, 2011

24 October 2011


And it wouldn't cost me a dime - The sea slowly reclaiming the old Lido swimming pool in Margate. Nobody seems to want it so one piece at a time the sea it taking it back.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

28 June 2011


To see this good crop that we finally got - The first pick of this year's broad beans off of the allotment.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

4 April 2011



It's not the barley or the wheat, it's not the oven or the heat - during a whistle stop tour of Northern France and Belgium with a friend I stopped at a patisserie with a typical French name of Paul, in a little town called Tourcoing Roncq. Through a window in the shop I watched the baker take cooked bread out of the oven and then put more dough in to bake. I couldn't resist going next door to photograph him. Sadly I can't speak French and he couldn't speak any English so we didn't get to have much of a chat.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

27 February 2011


Just hang a light when I pass tonight - Ickham Engineering looks as though it has come straight out of a 1950's black and white Ealing comedy.