It's not pink

Helen is organising Combe Down School Summer Fair with a cowboy theme next Saturday.
Lottie wants to go as an indian, so Wendy has spent the last two  days making a suede indian costume.

 When she showed Lottie the only reaction was "It's not pink" and she would only try it on with pink ribbon in her hair.

Paddy gets a bath.

Two short movies that show how Paddy dries himself after a bath.

At the bird table today.

 Who's watching

Yes the squirrels have found away to jump on to the bird table from a window ledge.
But the table still gets plenty of visitors.

 

Can you ever have too many flags?

 Can you ever have too many flags?

Why I bought a picture from the man at the door.

Why would I buy a print from a stranger, about twice a year someone calls and tries to sell me a picture of my house from the air,

As most of my friends know I've made my living with a camera for the last 30 years and done a fair bit of photography from the air in that time.

  Combe Hay from a balloon.

 The Badger line bus depot.

 The Three Tenors in the Royal Crescent

 Bath Abbey and the City Centre.

 The Roman Baths and the Spa in the same picture.

 Royal Crescent

 Midford Castle

 

Roof top pool of Thermae Bath Spa.

Our Bungalow in 1980 from a Squirrel helicopter.
It's the only picture I have that shows the brook at the bottom of the garden as the trees have grown up now.
The only difference is that Andy cuts the grass now so it looks a bit like the Victoria Park..

So this was the picture I bought, it was taken in 1969 before we extended the bungalow, and I can't go back in time like Dr Who.

Elvis Lion

If you visit Bath you will find a lion around most corners.        
After the success of the pigs last time, they have tried again with lions. One of my favourites is in the Guildhall Market. It’s the King of Rock 'n' Roll Jungle an Elvis lion by Artist Eric Anderson. 

 More about the Lions of Bath HERE

Harry Patch, has gravestone fit for a hero.

Now the ground has settled Harry Patch has a proper headstone on his grave in the village churchyard at Monkton Combe.

Paddy is the only one in the house remotely interested in the World Cup.

 And we won’t let him watch till he starts paying the TV licence.

 

Horses playing Blind Man’s Bluff.

 Not really, Onyx and Biscuit show off 

the latest fashion in fly masks.

Why I hate the World Cup.

 

I was working for a newspaper that wanted to cover the World Cup, but couldn’t afford to send a photographer.
So I would end up a non smoker sat under the big screen in a smoke-filled pub in darkest Twerton.
Watching the audience filling up with booze and shouting at the screen while I fired my flash in their faces and blinded them every time the action got going.

After England lost as usually happened, I trudged around town late at night looking for unhappy fans and waiting to be mugged.