Sunday 29 April 2012



THIS IS A LONG-DELAYED PHOTO-ESSAY from those glorious warm March days when we all thought that Spring had sprung, and there was a clear run-in to the long summer days of pavements you could fry an egg on, nose-to-tail traffic trying to get to the coast, and endless nights in the garden with cold beer, swifts wheeling in the dusk sky, and the smell of meat on the barbecue. This is written on a dank, cold, and utterly vile April night with disastrous weather yet to come, and summer so far out of sight that it may never happen. 
A DAY WITH NAN


ANOTHER WINTER SURVIVED



"BEEN THERE, DONE THAT"

FOUR GENERATIONS

THE BOYS ARE IN TOWN

THE DARK END OF THE STREET
TOWN GIRLS
WHEN THE GOING WAS GOOD