This must be in the late 1960’s. We went to Wormwood Scrubs, an area of open ground - not really a park in those days, in west London near the prison which bears the same name.
I’m not sure now exactly what was going on, but army men were sending people up with the Barrage balloon, who were then jumping off and returning to the ground on tethered parachutes... Read More
Here’s a video I made ten years ago; Button. I took the shots in Smithfield Market, London’s ancient and famous wholesale meat market, which was incredibly noisy.. Read More
This Nile Turtle arrived for breakfast every morning at the Longhouse Inn Hotel by the riverside in Dalyan. It was fed on any leftover eggs (scrambled and boiled). Some establishments on the riverside lure the species with chicken skin in order to attract more customers, a practice which is in fact harmful to this secretive turtle which is unable to digest this food alien to its natural diet. I would imagine eggs aren't great for it to be eating every day either… Read More
One morning while vacationing in Istanbul, I heard a chainsaw in the street. I tried to ignore it but it was a really intrusive noise and I wondered what was taking such a hammering. Curiosity got the better of me and I looked out of the window and was shocked to see a man cutting down the large Acacia tree (I think), in the yard of the house opposite… Read More
Something I’ve never seen before; two trains on one platform, at Victoria Underground Station, on the southbound Victoria Line platform, September 11, 2018. Read More
I took a photograph in Paddington Station a few days before coming across one taken from almost the same spot 35 years earlier, in 1982.
Walking back from the post office in Streatham, I glanced into this very urban phone box and spotted a pair of scissors in there.
Colindale is a London Underground station in Colindale, a suburb of north London. The station is on the north-south Edgware branch of the Northern line, between Burnt Oak and Hendon Central stations.
Just before noon today there was an enormous bang. We're all a bit jumpy given the recent attacks in Paris I think, and when we realised it wasn't right nearby, my coworkers and I all raced to the window. I caught a photo of the rapidly disappearing aftermath - the black smoke whipping away on the wind...
Last week I went up to the RAF Museum at RAF Cosford in Shrophire and got the chance to go inside the Hawker Siddeley Nimrod R1, a Cold War-era reconnaissance and electronic intelligence gathering spyplane.
Unimpressive low speed impact which I didn't even see until it had happened, though my hind-brain did register the noise of the impact. However, my dashcam recorded it. Read More
Yesterday I went to Merton Abbey Mills. The old waterwheel was turning and I shot some video of it.
There has been working waterwheel on this site for hundreds of years. Originally used to grind corn, the waterwheel later powered machinery used in the dyeing and printing of fabrics, most recently by Liberty’s of London - until 1972. Read More
A photo I took 7 years ago is now being used to illustrate the Wikipedia entry on Strand Underpass... Read More
I happened to be going to the Leicester Square Theatre last night to see a comedy gig. While waiting to go in, I could see and hear the showbiz hullabaloo that was the world premiere of the new Hunger Games movie. Read More
One morning while at repose, I heard a chainsaw in the street. I tried to ignore it but it was a troublesome and intrusive noise and I wondered what was taking such a hammering. Curiosity got the better of me... Read More
I've just got to record this for posterity. Watching the Chelsea vs Arsenal game on TV yesterday, I snapped this moment of bliss from the TV screen as Arsene displays his passionate displeasure at a bad foul and gives Mourinho a right good and well-deserved shove. Read More
One of the old favourites on my bookshelf is a book I gave to my father many years ago and ultimately inherited, the Village London Atlas: Changing Face of Greater London, 1822-1903... Read More
In my previous post I wrote about finding my first passport, how it sparked astonishment at seeing my younger self and how it reminded me of a life-changing event that resulted in a period of prolific painting. The passing of my youthful innocence isn't the ending of the era I'm referring to here however. Read More
They came in a van with a cherry picker on the back, and did something to all the street lamps in my street... Read More