Monthly Archives: December 2016

Groundhog day

portsmouth-2010077-copySo yesterday in much the same fashion as we have done for the last decade we headed off ‘en famille’ to our preferred Brighton pub for a short sharp Christmas pint or three, met the same friends, blearily trundled the same route home, drank more, avoided the usual marital arguments about the niceties of how to cook roast potatoes , yorkshire pud and onion gravy. ate it all, fell asleep. Two hours later in an inspired moment of satirical /ironical festive TV scheduling woke up to find myself watching Bill Murray at  the beginning of ‘Groundhog Day’… which from now on is what I shall label Christmas.

I did manage though to get out in the morning though and snap some of the hardy souls who leap in the sea on Christmas day,  also had an amusing encounter with two Jewish gentlemen shinning up there 10 foot high Hanukkah candle.

… and now 2016 claims George Michael.. and there’s still 5 days to go !

The photo is from Portsmouth a few years back.

The Archers


Had a half a mind to head to Stonehenge early this morning for the winter solstice but as I failed to get out of bed at the necessary 4 instead I’ve had a ‘catch up’ day at home.  As an alternative I’ll be off to ‘Burning of the clocks’ tonight in Brighton  city centre which I find a little bit twee but at least there’s a crowd and hence possibilities of a snap or two.

The photo was taken at  a very cold and snowy Stonehenge solstice about 5years ago.

Christmas quickie


If anyone happens to read this, my ‘An Ark in the UK’  cabinets will be out for an impromptu Christmas exhibition in the workshop 68a Beaconsfield Road, Brighton from the 17th to the 23rd December, you can  e-mail me at for directions and times. As it’s holiday time I’ll be flitting in and out a bit so best to contact me if you’re coming and I’ll make sure I’m around.

Thank you to the very talented Caleb Yule for his film

and the supremely wonderful Roy Harper whose songs and words have resonated  with me for over forty years.

50 miles


If the internet stopped working for a week or two the government would soon step in but the railways seem to be somehow different !  I was planning to go up to London on the train  next week, quicker to walk, or just easier to stay in my nice cosy workshop, listen to loud music, and drink gallons of tea.

Talking of walking… this Proclaimers film clip for ‘500 miles’ was strangely shot in Brighton and the last 10seconds or so was filmed at the end of our road.

Feet first


I heard Stevie Smith’s “Not waving but drowning” on the radio recently, somehow seemed to have a  strong resonance with Brexit

Nobody heard him, the dead man,   

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought   

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,   

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always   

(Still the dead one lay moaning)   

I was much too far out all my life   

And not waving but drowning.