peace, love and free enterprise on the Northern line

Time was when the Northern line was held in weary dread by many London Underground users.

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mudlarking on my mind’s beach

Having been painting a lot of monotone patterns for the last few days, in answer to an intriguing and tricky brief, I found myself breaking out into bright colours last night.

all ing a day’s work

The art of ing – we’re all at it!

a little local colour

By 8.30 most mornings my neighbour and I have completed our taichi practice. When it’s dry enough we creak about on the little patch of grass outside her house.

cats and dogs

It may rain stair-rods or cats and dogs over these isles, but in France it’s frogs, ropes, or lances, depending on the force of the downpour.

that time of year

There’s a symmetry in nature – as the days dramatically shorten and the sun’s level lowers the leaves obligingly fall from the trees to allow us the best of what light there is.