Hucclecote

Another from the archives,when I amused myself and hopefully others with my own take on Gloucestershire place names. I used to have a coat like this back when at college, I think my mother secretly disposed of it as it became a health hazard for anyone near to it, though I was immune when wearing it. One of those parkas your dad or granddad used to own in the 70s that you never bothered to throw away. The undefined fur on the collar is somewhat perished and moth eaten. It has no waterproofing qualities at all and never did, and … Continue reading Hucclecote

One inch away from evacuation…

Just came across this drawing from 2007 when Gloucester, the City where I lived at the time, was more than knee deep in water. None of this was drinking water, that was cut off. No water came from the taps but Biblical amounts came from the sky. June 2007 was we were told at the time, a once in 100 year event, when it rained, then it rained even more, then it turned on a pump in the sky and it deluged down on us. “Toys r Us” the huge local toyshop since washed away financially, opened it’s doors at … Continue reading One inch away from evacuation…

Plot poppy

I’ve had a plot, an allotment, for a while now and this year it’s had the benefit of a lot of neglect from me. Leaving it well alone has allowed a group of pink poppies to take over an area where I’d planted shallots. They look brilliant so thought I’d share this one with you. If I’d tried to grow them I’ve no doubt they would not have been as successful as they have been. That’s Comfrey with the blue flower in the background. Someone told me once that it can be a bit of a thug invader, which it … Continue reading Plot poppy

Celebrating the Severn.

Down to the River for a morning out in a part of Gloucestershire that’s not visited by coaches and tourists that much. It’s at the end of the Gloucester canal not far from Sharpness Docks which is where shipping wanting to get to Gloucester would, and still, use the canal to navigate up to Gloucester Docks. At the small village of Purton, a number of old ships were beached by the side of the River to aid the fight against erosion of the banks by the tides. I’ll write more on this in the next blogs, but for today, my … Continue reading Celebrating the Severn.

Still life?

Pubs are disappearing at a rate of knots, and that comes as no surprise really when one things of the sea change in attitudes to drinking and even smoking. In the ‘good old days’ pubs kept pies in glass cases and never seemed to have any sell by date. There was probably so much salt in them that they may well have been preserved for years. In years to come someone will dig out the site of an old pub and will find a glass case complete with pork pie. It will be examined and dissected by future archeologists and … Continue reading Still life?