Shimmering gold

is Dean Burn

on a Sunday afternoon.

I’d just been having outdoor sex in the Spring sunshine.

And now we went down to dip our toes in this golden stream.

One of those “moments”

The red mini

You don’t see mini’s much these days, especially not red mini’s (maybe you do, and i need to get out more)

This little chap is parked up in our car park.

Wonder who it belongs to?

Somebody interesting.

Living here?!

Wind sculptures

On the road out to Kings Wood i saw these:

“Sculptural” i think is the word.

Every tree sculpted by the wind into idiosyncratic, individual, form.

Like an installation placed there and shaped there by an artist.

Andy Goldsworthy would have been proud.

This be Buckie Races

A Point-to-Point Meet in Buckfastleigh

We had £1 bets on every race.

I won £3.50 on “Rock with the Caveman”.

One horse wouldn’t stop running.

Half of Dartmoor was there.

This picture captures the friendly familiarity i felt

“Aboud taim fur ma mare tu gid ur skades on”

i think Uncle Ted is saying to Uncle Bob.

Tree island

On the back road to Ashburton out of Buckie was this

Snow all over the hill but excluding this island of trees.

The afternoon sun was bright and brilliant. It was icy cold.

A cool oasis of calm.

Snowing in Buckie

I’m looking out of the bedroom window at 8 this morning.

It’s snowing all over the town

First time i’ve seen snow in Buckfastleigh, and i’ve been here 18 years.

Not as heavy or thick as in other parts of the UK – but it’s still real actual living snow!

I’m gonna go out and chuck snowballs at pompous people. Knock off their funny hats.

Down the path came a dwarf

blah blah blah

He was walking his big dog

A little shitsu…Lol (sorry i shouldn’t be dwarfist)

He works in the town chip shop. Altho you hardly ever see him. He’s behind underneath the counter usually.

I said hello. He said hello back.

In quite a large voice.

The Indians are coming (or going)

Once it was the Salmon Leap cafe.

Then it turned into a horrible Little Chef.

Then into the sad little Chinese “Country Road Resturant” you see in the background. Sad, because they put so much effort into making it look authentic Chinese inside. But nobody ever went in.

Just as nobody will ever go in to “The Eastern Eye” when it opens either. If it opens that is. Cus if these Indians have done any market research into the town at all, they’ll wise up fast.

And do a runner.

Xmas Day

Lunchtime on Xmas day in Bucklefatknee.

You could have laid down on that High Street and gone to sleep – not a car, not a soul, not a sign of life in sight.

Everybody doing their Xmas business inside. A thousand and one turkeys nicely roasting in their tins. A million and one sprouts being bubbled and boiled. Endless boxes of crackers opened, primped and propped. The uncorking of many bottles of merriment.

I thought being alone was going to be ok.

But suddenly i felt lonely.

Real Xmas tree

This is the real Xmas tree in Buckie

Better than that pathetic effort stood lop-sided on the street-corner next to the car park.

At least this one stands straight and tall.

Gives some dignity.