Category Archives: London

Hand baked from locally sourced ingredients No 8

I’ve been told that going on about Thames Water is boring and I agree but what can I do – the other day I got up and opened the curtain and look: There they are again, making yet more improvements, … Continue reading

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a time for national reflection

Often as the Bakerloo line train from Oxford Circus to Waterloo stopped at Charing Cross I have looked out through the windows at the posters which line the platform in an impressive display advertising the National Gallery and the National … Continue reading

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rust, weeds, water

Whenever I try to get closer to my intended, far away subject, the cisterns, springs, water mills, rainstorms, fountains and floods of Greece, and their counterpart, drought and fire, Thames Water keep tripping me up. Just to get them out … Continue reading

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Thoughts on coming eye to eye with a pigeon on its nest

Feral, that’s what they are. That means they’re ours, and yet not ours. Their ancestors, the rock doves, are still around, mostly on sea cliffs but also inland. Unlike true wild species of birds their colours cover a dazzling range, … Continue reading

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Thames Water’s revenge, and one foot in the grave.

I had a letter from them recently which said, terribly sorry, but we haven’t been collecting your direct debit, and you owe us £996, but don’t worry, there are lots of ways you can pay. Only do something before July … Continue reading

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a few notes, including garden notes

I’m puzzled by this. Why is her phone asking her a question? Shouldn’t it be the other way round? What’s so funny? And do hormone levels affect the fertility of women and smartphones? I’d guess that they do. Sorry: this … Continue reading

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close to home

I’ll just get this out of the way first – I’m not a moany old git all the time although the temptations and provocations are many – it’s an ad at the bus stop: What on earth does it mean? … Continue reading

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Water, water….

I was away for a couple of weeks and when I came back the street was strangely quiet. No orange pink plastic barriers, no drilling or digging, no temporary traffic lights, no heaps of clay, no cheerful PR sign boards. … Continue reading

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Water again, fresh excavations.

The villagers of Little Downham in Cambridgeshire made a cart shed out of green oak and recycled 19th century bricks next to their thriving community orchard and woodland. In the shed are various information boards; one tells us that half … Continue reading

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Water: lids and covers, and illustrations of love

feb 8 two water related experiences today and two new water related words. A. As I was coming out of Finsbury Park station today I heard an announcement: be careful said the voice, because there was an ingress of water. … Continue reading

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