there's nothing quite like just putting it out there...

Just got back from the funchal 500 (no not quite sure yet) in the depths of Cornwall where the Transit (see my previous post) allowed me a lovely weekend with my special lady (no not like that).  Lots of tall ships but none as good as 'little willy' my favourite water borne vessel of the weekend.... Talking of willies and boats though (if Doug happens to be reading this, or anyone that knows Doug) this surely would be his boat - and he could go in it by himself - so there would be no problems...

Need to also remember not to get bitten by anything - ever again. I have a limp which really isn't doing anything for me in Brixton, I mean who would you rather mug......

van envy..

there's nothing sexier than a lady and her van..

if only i was good with paperwork....

I can only guess that if i was as good as the guy ( or gal for that matter) that owned the car parked outside my hotel last week at my paperwork i might own a rather stupid car too..

I think I am well on my way...

the keys would be nice...

as much as i enjoyed taking a picture of this lovely bike.......and it is lovely (note the colour coded chainguard to stop your trousers getting oily). i think i would have preferred the keys to the lock so i could go for a ride. you see after consuming a few pints of the local tipple and thinking that a camera bag would be a perfect replacement for a tripod i think a good ride around the city would have improved my evening somewhat...

i hear that there is always light at the end of the rainbow though...

windows and the past..

whilst working in the vicinity of the savoy the other day i saw this old chap park his glistening 80's mercedes with all the trims and spoilers...i thought the whole scene was a bit timeless....well a bit 80's anyway

westcountry snapper heads north...

I like to start my journeys fresh. So after a wedding in which I managed to break both my flashguns, I popped a few drunk people home in bristol and then drove to london for a blistering few hours kip before heading through hemel hempstead and nearly through a red transit van up the m1 in the pourning rain. With some beautiful but argumentative company i progressed grumpily and swiftly up to places where it says 'The South - Manchester' and to our destination.


Pictured is young Benjamin the latest addition to my long lineage. Very sweet but not for long...I'm his uncle.

tramp cuisine..

Stopped off in Bristol today to sample the culinary greenness of old man Gassons kitchen wizardry. started with green soup. then followed by green mash. we also had fish pie. proper pie - not with mash like the time i went with the said chef to a pub in Tetbury and they had the pie of the day - shepherds pie - thats not a pie thats like an all in one meal.posh people!

Also went to Barry today using an address supplied to us by a woman who asked another woman for the numbers and letters of the address.....that'll be the postcode then.