Life Observed

Ah!  Old whatisname.  He died back in the year 18 something and they put a seat in that there shady bower so we wouldn't forget him.

It is the school holidays and kids are everywhere, like ants. All that noise. All that running around.The arguments, the fights.  Is all this ruining your picnic? Then d o like this guy did... Put on a pair of child cancelling headphones .

There is a strange attraction about a deserted place of work. Secret urbex  photographers seek out decommissioned factories and power plants. It is there we find discarded time sheets, and dusty knobs that have not felt the hand of man for years. Here we find ourselves observing a motor mechanic's workbench . However, I suspect this is a confection of leftovers put together by the Earl of Carnarvon's staff for the benefit of visitors to Wilton House. The tin cans, old side valves and car horn are in stark contrast to what sits just outside the door.. A fine collection of motoring exotica featuring a Bugatti Veyron.  See: Work hard and this kind if thing could be yours.

We visited Greys Court at the weekend,a Tudow Country house near Henley. I would show you some pictures of the interior, but all photography is forbidden, and this always gets my back up . In this case the family retained some rights to the property when it passed into the hands of the NT, and as a result they don't want the general public snapping their domestic stuff. Fair enough I reluctantly suppose. So, here are a couple of views from the grounds: A memorial to a faithful gardener carved into a tree trunk complete with curved poem by W. De La Mer on the back. And a solitary sunflower keeps an eye on the roses and the medieval tower.

While we were out recently, I put the camera down on the pavement to get this perspective on life. It is a common perspective for some. Perhaps I could get myself a piece of cardboard and make some dosh: "Can you spare five quid mate? My Audi needs a service next month, and it's the big one..."

Breakfast, work, home, sleep. That's another day gone. There goes another week, and then it's almost the end of the month. Repeat that a dozen times and you have seen off another year. Repeat that sixty times.... Ooh, It fair makes your head spin.

See this?  This is my little world, this is where I live. This is the close. We look after each other here, and we don't take kindly to strangers. If you are thinking of visiting, be careful where you park your spaceship. (BTW. Any resemblance to a Turtle swimming through space is purely coincidental and should be ignored).