House 10. Regency view

This place overlooks a park and hence the shot. Taken a couple of years ago in the winter sunshine. Lovely round ended house, which was empty when I passed it by and took this.

I like to know the history of houses, but doubt I’ll ever know this one. One can never tell a house by the ‘cover’. I recall going to visit a house with a view to buying many years ago, and it looked great in the picture, great when we got there, but once inside neither of us could get out quick enough. Bad vibes was our description when we reported back to the agent. Not the sort of feedback he could give to anyone. On the other hand we’ve been to others and fallen for them within the first few minutes ignoring any obvious and possibly expensive works that would need to be done. All part of the fun.

As you can gather we’ve moved a few times, possibly a throwback to my mother and father who moved frequently with his job. My mother had the knack of getting a house fit to live in within about three days of the removal men leaving us to it.

Youngest Wassailer?

This little person is probably the youngest wassailer at the Stroud Wassail on Saturday and seemed to be enjoying it, closing her eyes to fully appreciate the dancing and music. Brilliant day out on a damp and cold January day, a superb tonic for the winter. You can see more images of what went on right here and there will be more added there in the coming week.

A day out in "The Capital of Bread" with the Wassailers.

Looking forward to a day out in Stroud tomorrow to take a look at the Wassailing. It’s a brilliant excuse for a fun day out with the addition of dancers and music throughout the day, it helps that it’s the same day as the famous Farmer’s Market where one can buy some brilliant locally produced food and goodies, as well as an excuse to buy locally baked bread from the Sunshine bakery in the Shambles. I call Stroud the “Capital of Bread” as it has several bread shops where locally baked excellent bread can be bought, and a Greggs! Sunshine is my own personal favourite.

For more information on the dozens of performers going over there and be sporting themselves just click here, it’s really quite impressive.

House 9. Orkney, an awkward commute.

The term ‘far out’ would be more than adequate description for this place which is on the route to the Old Man of Hoy. It’s situated just after you get off the ferry to the island. People climb up the Old Man of Hoy which is a tower of Rock in the sea just on the edge of this very far flung part of Orkney. People who climb the Old Man must have no sense of self preservation.

Follow that sign

This is above Tideswell in Derbyshire where we went for a walk last year, bright and bracing walk in a lovely part of the world.

There’s a plan at the back of my head to finish all these drawings in colour in the future but I get more pleasure out of the drawing part than the colour. So it may be a while. The other obstacle to the finals in colour is a change of mind, and my constant predilection to never finish….

I’ll get back to this later.