London — The approach to Kings Cross station since its redevelopment is just beautiful now. I remember coming to and from this station to get to gigs at nearby venues like the Scala, Water Rats, the Lexington...
Milton keynes — I was really tempted to snap a photograph of the setup, but felt a bit exposed in the farmer’s driveway… So I’ve recently been exploring two things: local produce, and the history of local areas, i...
Milton keynes — Apparently my granddad regularly told my mum to remember to look up whenever she was walking around London: “the tops of buildings are often far more attractive or interesting than the bottom.” Conse...
A happy Sunday afternoon spent on the Heath with Desert Oracle, my diary, and Edward Abbey
Golders Hill Park at dusk
This view - especially on the way to work - is never anything other than a shot in the arm.
Today's office. Okay, not quite. But a decent temporary setup after work.
After the storm
So a loaf tin really does make for a more regular-shaped loaf. Hurrah!
"The minster chimes strike ten. I go to bed very conscious that I am sleeping within the white walls of York, loving her beauty, her peace, her dignity, and the calm, unhurried way she has..." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"The walls offer you a three-mile walk, which I consider to be the best before-breakfast walk in England." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"...and right ahead, that classic view of York Minster lifting its towers above the city and the white wall twisting on and on..." - H. V. Morton
"York is the loveliest city in all England. She is England's last real anchor to the Middle Ages." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
Always a pleasure to find my trusty bicycle waiting for me after a long journey.
Dawn, and the silhouette of All Saints Pavement
"She does not ask you to love her: she is like London in that. She is there: she is York." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"The curved platforms of York are well worth the study of any man interested in the personalities of stations." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"Was London really only a few hours away down the road? I asked myself. I had made the break."- H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"On one of those gold mornings which April borrows from June, I set out alone in search of new adventures."- H. V. Morton, The Call of England
Signs of life!
A mini loaf for Sunday evening.
I was so absorbed with watering my plants that I didn't notice this mellow guy chilling out next to me.
Half a dozen free range eggs. Sold by a local farm from a vending machine! Game changer.
St Guthlac church, Passenham
Iron Trunk Aqueduct - and my nemesis, the horse tunnel.
Preston Deanery. A self-portrait of sorts.
Churchyard cows, Preston Deanery
Fields of rapeseed
Homemade leek, bacon and potato soup with freshly baked bread.
My first loaf!
Rise, rise, rise!
My first veggie box!
Milton Keynes you look bleak today.
Just say no.
I chose a good time to go and get a pint of milk.
My first reaction? "This room used to be pink?!"
Reunited with my wallet. With thanks to Mr (or Ms) V. Trains.
Not bad inside, either.
Kings Cross railway station
Always a special feeling visiting the British Library
The latest dose of cute in my voyage through Harvest Moon on PSP
Inside the artists' studio
Business trip; casual footwear.
Up and at 'em.
Route 51 and Campbell Park symmetry
This morning's view.
It's 2014. This is what libraries (can) look like now.
The view from Nash.
Listening to Mogwai at my desk, watching the sun set not just on this Tuesday evening but on 2013 as a whole.
Sunday morning ride, with added frost.
Cheese board for dinner again.
The overflow at Lodge Lake is doing a good job of diverting the recent heavy rainfall.
This is how I am catching up with the world this grey, windy morning.
Hand reared goods at a Stony Stratford butcher's shop.
The first really crisp morning of Autumn. Visible breath and dazzling sunshine.
Always remember to look up.
Sunset over Watling Street
When we entered this field, the sheep seemed to be heading our way. At first we were slightly concerned...
Having a look at Mike Ambs’ For Thousands of Miles. It’s too hot in this room for a film tonight.
Lodge Lake - one of the balancing lakes of Milton Keynes.