I don't have nowhere to go - Whilst walking along the main sands at Ramsgate this morning I came across two men enjoying the sunshine with a lager and a roll up. Behind them on the Royal Pavilion was their panda, complete with lager and a hat. Strangely, he had disappeared from the other side of Ramsgate yesterday, but when they came down to the beach this morning there he was sitting on the Pavilion.
All my life I've been in the dog house - We've been looking after two whippets for a couple of friends whilst they are away on holiday. This is Jasper who is incredibly camera shy, the best way to get a picture of him is when he's asleep which, fortunately is often. I'll try and get a shot of his brother Pipkin before they have to go home.
Nestled in your hollow shoulder - Yesterday whilst in Belgium I visited one of the many First World War Cemeteries. The one I went to was Butts New British Cemetery in Polygon Woods near Ieper. Now it is a very beautiful and serene place but you really cannot imagine what it was like there nearly a hundred years ago and how many young men lost their lives there. I picked this pine cone up in the woods just outside the cemetery as a reminder of what happened there.
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.
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin' - Everyone has a favourite pair of footwear, but I expect that most people's choice is a pair of shoes or boots in much better condition than these. My favourites are this old pair of real, English made Dr Martin boots. As you can tell I've had them for years and I can't throw them away. They are still reasonably comfortable, they leak a bit when it's wet and sometimes they even get a bit of polish, but I really don't know what I could replace them with.
Chop off your head so you better relax - Whenever I see a door like this I always wonder what's behind it that's so precious and worthy of such a strong door? The truth is that there's probably nothing interesting at all behind the door.
Screws Get Loose - I thought that today being April Fool's Day it would be a good time to photograph these screws and tell the story behind them. A short while ago I noticed that I had lost a very small screw from the back of my camera, nothing seemed to of fallen off or was loose, so I left it. Then, at the beginning of this week I finally got around to phoning Nikon and asking about a replacement. Whilst talking to the guy I thought I may as well order a spare in case the same thing happens again. Anyway to cut a long story short, 2 screws (about 4mm in length), some VAT and a bit of P&P - grand total £5.02. Ever feel like you've been screwed?
