One of those days when you can easily top up on Vitamin D. They’ve been rare recently. I took the chance to take a walk on the top of the Cotswolds to one of my very favourite places. Sunshine all day. I took loads of photos and walked with good friend Sally who lives nearby. The Red Kite in the picture above only spotted when I got the photograph opened up on my computer back hiome. I’ve attempted to draw this scene dozens of times with varying results. The pictures can do the talking today. Continue reading Light show, it makes a change.

“Miriam? Left. Accounts… Police” This was the response to my question to one of my clients enquiring of the whereabouts of the friendly Miriam who’d I’d had some dealings with over the years I’d worked at the print company. If you are to re-enact this small four worded drama it requires some dexterity and timing. The actors in the drama, me and the gentleman who I was asking the question and his four worded response you need to know that the response has some very pregnant pauses between each of the four words and is delivered in a world weariness … Continue reading Four word story

The definitive guide to the real meaning of Gloucestershire place names I produced a little book of these some years ago, I intend to publish a few here, so you could say the idea is pre-cooked. I hope you enjoy them, one group per day for the next few days. I hope you like the Daglingworth The bits hanging around the rear end of an unshorn sheep. Short for person who is unkemp and of slovenly appearance. Anyone white wearing dreadlocks. DameryThe sort of things that women keep very deep in their handbags for unforeseen circumstances that men have no knowledge of. … Continue reading Glossary: Daglingworth to Dudbridge

I’m a fan. Of the idea rather than what you can get. When it comes to design choice in particular to Christmas they have loads that I don’t like. Seeking out the right one involves some trawling. Some come with animations and birds flying to lift music, and those in particular have to be seen. Because if you don’t open them you get a gentle reminder that you haven’t! Imagine that happening with the standard posted greeting card, 2 days after the postman has delivered the postal police come to your door and enquire if there’s a reason you haven’t … Continue reading E cards, posting for the use of.

Like Christmas this comes around every year. Continue reading The thousand yard male shopper’s stare

This was written some weeks ago now, but the fragrance lingers on: A planned morning out to Cheltenham Town Centre to meet my very good friend Valerie ( why do I always think of Steve Winwood when I say her name ) and we headed to the Wilson, which normal people would call the Cheltenham Art Gallery. Re branded with the Wilson name after they realised that people simply can’t cope with three words of descriptive text. Please don’t think they named it after Harold Wilson, that would bring a shudder to many Cheltonians as they clumsily describe themselves with … Continue reading Portuguese Wood