The only thing I know of that my parents had in common, is that they both gave me an Opinel No. 8 fishing knife when I was a teenager. This is independently, and after being separated for over 15 years. They are both still sharp. The knives, that is.
This image is now for sale as an exhibition quality archival print, in 3 sizes: Walk this way
Model: Gabiya See more here. Print from this set now available in exhibition quality: Black Cherry
The only thing keeping Kiki’s bum from catching fire is the oven glove she’s propped on, on top of the Aga! She’s definitely found the warmest spot in the room.
Hastings Pier beach huts. Newly painted from sombre black (which I liked, although I appear to be the only person to do so). Angle of Entry is the name of a Mutton Birds album. I never looked up what they were referring too, but I’ve always assumed it was spaceships returning to Earth. The Apollo […]
On a glorious spring day in the parallel universe of quiet downtown (but very much up the hills) suburbs of West Norwood, Philip is on a skip. Today we’ve marvelled at the build quality of a hot riveted water butt, discussed the etymology of pebble dash and quoted our favourite John Shuttlesworth and Ivor Cutler poems–as […]