Now out from under the paywall… a farewell.
At risk of being outed as a tragic old hippy, I’m mourning a tree. Again. This tree-mourning, I’ve only just realised it even happens. This time, this tree. It wasn’t even a significant tree, or a pretty tree, or even my tree. Just a big, old tree. My neighbours, I like them, and I think they […]
There’s this guy who lives in my street. Called Dutch. Rides a motorbike. Looks like the type of cat who’s already gone through a few of his nine lives. Lives in the front half of a rented place at the bottom of the hill. Dutch, of course, is not his actual name. I don’t know […]
I love clouds and roofs and trees. I once even had a blog called “roof porn”. (I guess it’s now part of that pile of dead data whizzing around our heads that will be exhumed by a future tech-archaeologist, if it’s not sizzled by an errant solar flare.) Keith Burt has painted my dream exhibition. […]