Jane R and I went to the Martin Creed at the Hayward, and then on to Brindisa for lunch. The exhibition was such fun – a huge rotating metal beam so big that they had […]
l(a)unch for lea
On the day she was predicted to arrive, we had a launch-lunch for Lea (that’s Lee-ah) Alexa Cressey, Dan and Emily’s new small person. She’s already two-and-a-half weeks old, and Gwyneth, Rachel and Ricky, and […]
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On the Friday, it was Whitstable. Jane H was going to come, but had too much stressful stuff to sort, so Robin came instead. The tickets had to be used, as they were bought with […]
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Our walk took us past some other treats that Littlehampton has to offer – dead boats in muddy docks and a bridge which once (although sadly no more) opened by winding itself back into a […]
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In contrast with East Beach, the West beach cafe is lovely. Designed by Asif Khan, it’s modest and entirely appropriate to its location, looking a bit like a container at the top of the beach. […]
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This was the much-postponed trip for Marion’s birthday, and we finally made it to Littlehampton, and the Thomas Heatherwick-designed cafe. The food was really terrific, but the architecture? The most interesting side of the building […]
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On Sunday it was freezing, and threatening to rain, so we opted for a leisurely return to London, stopping briefly in Hay-on-Wye for photo opportunities and for Robin to buy a hard-to-find out-of-print paperback. Such […]
night borders
What more could you ever want? No ambient light from anywhere, so dark it takes ten minutes before the eyes adapt to seeing anything at all. And to top it all, my own personal shooting […]
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After we’d walked along the Long Mynd in the morning, a complete contrast to the valleys of the previous day, all moorland and huge horizons, we were off to Stokesay Castle. It’s is a wonderfully […]
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We got the very best out of the Easter weekend in the Welsh Borders with Tim and Jennie at their cottage in the most isolated of valleys. We walked up to Offa’s dyke and along […]