Showing posts from February, 2020

Splendid Isolation

The English countryside is full of small, strange structures. Follies, monuments, towers, turrets - call them what you will. Most of them seem abandoned and are there just to look at. Often from a distance. They are usually either on private land or at the end of a walk a bit too long to take my fancy. This little tower, however, is not abandoned. Far from it, in fact. Clavell Tower was rescued from a cliff edge just a few years ago, moved back to a safer location and renovated into a little holiday let. Four floors, one circular room on each floor with a fabulous balcony offering 360 degree views of Kimmeridge Bay and the surrounding countryside.
You can inspect the furnishings, fixtures and fittings on the Landmark Trust website. It looks rather well appointed. I’d call it cosy, rather than spacious. There’s room for two inside, no more. Although, to be honest, I’d rather like to stay a night or two as the sole occupier, on a wintry day. A spell of perfect solitude in an area of sp…

Shifting Sands

Mrs P and I have different working lives. She is very much the 9 to 5, Monday to Friday office worker. I do shifts, Mondays to Saturdays and sometimes Sundays too. God may have declared it a day of rest, but the powers that be decided to pay good overtime rates for those of us who are willing to ignore orders from above. I’m willing to do just that, one Sunday out of four. I don’t much like working Sundays but it puts a smile on my face come pay day.
My hours are as variable as my places of work, at different stations down the line. Early shifts can start anywhere between 5.20 to 6.25am. Late shifts can end anywhere between 6.25 and 9pm. I prefer late shifts and always have. I like to be able to wake up when I wake up and not because an electronic device beside my bed insists that I wake up. But both earlies and lates have pros and cons.
I like driving along deserted roads in the early morn. I’ll maybe see foxes and deer. There are badgers about too, but if I see one of those it'…

Leasehold Extensions

You live and learn. I certainly do, anyway. I’ve learned plenty since Mrs P and I bought our first home a few years ago. Some lessons come hard and fast. Within six weeks we learned that if you live in a ground floor flat, no matter how small you think a window might be, you leave it open at night at your own peril. You can see the offending window in the photo above. It’s the right hand one, as seen from the drivers seat of my car in its designated parking spot. I’d just come home from work. It’s February, so it’s still dark in the evenings. It was dark that 5am when the burglar climbed through that window.
We’ll never buy a ground floor flat again, because we quite like to ventilate our flat. But selling a property six weeks after buying it is a bit extreme. So we don’t leave windows open at night anymore. Except for the bathroom window, which I’ve put solid steel bars across, screwed in with heavy duty one way security screws. And I put in a smart alarm too, for good measure. Exce…

Out to Sea

I no longer publish photos to Flickr. The subscription price increase was a bit rich for my liking. So my photos live in a more private Apple based silo these days. But I still upload some of my better photos to 500px. I like the site and it's free to upload a few photos a month. It's quite an active community too. My photos get a few likes over a 24 hour period after uploading. Then interest dies a death. Except for this photo. I've no idea why, but a week later and it's getting a couple of likes a day.
I like going to the pier on a quiet day. It's a good place to sit, think and reflect. Beyond the horizon is Europe. It would, perhaps, be amiss not to reflect on Brexit today. The UK signed up to join the EU (nee EEC) in 1972, formally entering the organisation on January 1st 1973 when I was 2 months and 23 days old. I've not know a UK outside of the EU. But today I am no longer an EU citizen. That loss  of citizenship isn't a notional concept. I've be…