currents and cloth

A drifting gin bottle, tossed into the seas in 1886 by Germans hoping to track ocean currents, has turned up on a beach in Western Australia.

then and now

 

At the end of the ’80s I was in Accra Ghana; cooked food was sold on every street corner –

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.

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.