After Essex, towards the East, is the sea, the North Sea. Essex with its flat wooded wide landscape, skies that are wider still, tatty farmsteads, which are now, overgrown with ivy over red brick. Across the county are gentrified cottages with wrought iron gates and entryphones. However down here near Tollesbury OS reference TL958101 is the end of Essex as it falls away through creeks and estuaries, right into the sea.
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
Before it went all chilly cold again, in time for onset of Summer we working in London people were basking in the sun at the drop of a lunch break. Sitting out in every available piece of grass.
No less so were those happy not-yet-in-Salford Manchester workers at the BBC in the White City who
enjoyed the sun on the large expanse of green outside the BBC White City building. Sun, warmth and happiness.
Friday, 20 April 2012
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Friday, 6 April 2012
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers,
So I took him by his left legAnd threw him down the stairs.
(More fun with lino-cut printmaking!)