Thursday, 28 October 2021

Early morning pollution.

 Let's start the day with some good old fashioned pollution.
Where are these people flying to at this time of the morning?


 Yes, I am back on my bicycle now that it has been repaired after the collision with the fox.
(See my post of 31 January 2021)

Tuesday, 17 August 2021

Passport Portraits of Yesteryear no. 50

Continuing the series of passport portraits in my collection.
Peruse and wonder.

The Great War has started, the British Expeditionary Force in Belgium is being forced back into France by the assault and the Kentish Channel ports are flooded with refugees.
    Folkestone is awash with Belgians who have fled before the foe and sought safety in Britain, but how do we distinguish real refugees from the possible spies which might have been infiltrated into the throngs of desperate humanity?
    The answer is to engage Belgian police staff to attend the pier at Folkestone and interview any suspects as they disembark. Ernest Godefroy is a forty year old Belgian detective whose job it now is to meet the ship from Ostend every day and make himself available to the Immigration and Security staff  working there. He has taken lodgings in Harvey Street, only a few minutes walk from the port.



Monday, 7 June 2021

The End of the Line


 

 

 

This is as far as the train can take you on the Kent & East Sussex Railway – to Tenterden railway station surrounded by fields of buttercups.

 

 

 

 

 

But you can continue along the trackbed on foot if you so desire.


 



And at the site of the former level crossing you will come across this line of pretty 18th century cottages.

Wednesday, 12 May 2021

Brown corduroy.

 

  

 

 

 Brown corduroy trousers.

 

 

 

 

 

        Brown corduroy field.


Friday, 23 April 2021

Don't you love a high pressure over Iceland?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here comes the sun...


 

 

...burning off the morning mist







...and making a dung heap steam in the frosty field.

 (My cycle ride is somehow incomplete without a dungheap.)









Tuesday, 13 April 2021

The Nailbourne is high.

 

 

One of the two fords where the Nailbourne crosses Old Palace Road.

 

 

 

The Nailbourne at Littlebourne Mill.

 

 
The Nailbourne is high.   So is this pile of dung.


 

Sunday, 11 April 2021

Sun on the pylon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mornings are lighter now.


This is the sun reflecting silver on the electricity pylon.

Sunday, 28 March 2021

Thursday, 11 March 2021

New house with garage for sale in Tenterden

 

 

A dedicated parking space or garage for a house in the town of Tenterden is a valuable selling point. Always supposing that you can actually drive the car into the garage, or course.

Monday, 8 March 2021

Next Year's Christmas Card

My walk this morning provided me with an image for next year's Christmas card.

I am trying to think of a suitable message for inside the card.
Any ideas?


Friday, 26 February 2021

How to choose your shaving foam

 

I've got a brilliant technique for choosing my next can of shaving foam. Working on the principal that no matter what properties that the manufacturers claim for the product on the can, all shaving foams are fundamentally the same, then I use the reliable indicator of the colour of the cap. That is something that they cannot lie about – it is patent and obvious. So I always try to find a shaving foam which sports an unusual tint to the lid. It makes no difference to my shaving but it does brighten up my bathroom.


 

Thursday, 11 February 2021

Sunset on the icicles.

 

Confined as I am to the house because of recent events,
I find myself looking out of the window.

Sunday, 31 January 2021

Fox: 1 Cyclist: 0

 

 

Badly bruised, strained shoulder, no bones broken. mild concussion.

 

Cold, solid tarmac is very hard at 10 mph.


I hope the fox has a headache.

Friday, 29 January 2021

The moon on the sea?

 

 

No, not the moon on the sea, it is the moon reflected in the field at the side of the road. There is always a bald patch in the crops here and now you can see why.

Monday, 25 January 2021

Not the time and place to have a puncture.

 

 

 

But then, I suppose there is no convenient time and place to have a puncture except, perhaps, in your nice warm shed equipped with a bicycle repair stand and all your tools.

Just in case it is not apparent, the white stuff on the lane is frozen snow charmingly spread on a layer of ice, punctuated by solid ice puddles and gaily decorated with random stretches of black ice.

Roll on Summer!

Wednesday, 20 January 2021

I bought a new alarm clock.

 

 

I bought a new alarm clock to replace my current clock which was almost apologetic in its function and really did not want to awaken me. It made an electronic beep which could easily have been a chaffinch chirping about one hundred yards distant.

So I purchased a clock with a proper bell on it. In keeping with the functioning of the old clock, the delivery person deposited the box in my front porch and then stole away without signalling his delivery. I suppose he was also unwilling to awaken me.

Or was he embarrased by the size of the box that Ikea had used?

Saturday, 16 January 2021

First flutter of snow this year

Stinging snow in my face at Stelling Minnis but a little more gentle once I had turned out of the snow-laden southerly wind and the sun had started to rise.

 

Wednesday, 13 January 2021

Thursday, 7 January 2021

Passport Portraits of Yesteryear no.49

Continuing the series of passport portraits in my collection.

Peruse and wonder.

Nicola Simitchi is a forty two year old post office employee from Serbia. In June 1914, one of his fellow countrymen, a student called Gavril Princip, assassinated the Austrian archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo, precipitating another conflict with Austria which quickly developed into the Great War.

It is now 1916 and the Serbian army has been beaten, allowing the Central Powers to open up their desired supply line through Serbia and Montenegro to their allies in the Ottoman Empire. It is at this point that Nicola Simitchi, who is living in the town of Gap in southern France, changes his dinars into francs in Marseille and buys a ticket on a ship which takes him to Rome in June.

Friday, 1 January 2021

A new year in Tenterden

 

 

An understated end to the old year in Tenterden High Street.

Calm and deserted. 

Perhaps it is trying to slip away unnoticed.

 

I did not hear the usual midnight bells on St. Mildred's Church welcoming the new year.

 

Let's all hope that 2021 decides to improve as it becomes older.

 

It has plenty of scope.