Life Observed

I wonder who's bench this is? I wonder how they got the letters to stick out like that. It's just weird.

In the nineteen seventies it was all the rage to decorate your house with woodchip. It was considered the height of fashion, along with all things brown and beige.  You would park your brown Morris Marina outside your beige brick house and marvel at new fangled boil in the bag fish in sauce or instant Vesta Curry while watching Poldark or Faulty Towers on your orange Sony TV.

Do you remember Ox-bow lakes? Oh, those long distant Geography lessons.  We were taught about OS maps, Limestone, chalk uplands and of course rivers and their ox-bow lakes.  Well, here is one in the making on the south coast.  So it was true, all that stuff we were told at school. Fancy that. In that case, I wonder, do we still have an Empire?

Where would we be without proper organisation?  In fact, where would we be without a Health and Safety policy, Political Correctness, the Quality System and Risk Assessment? It is these requirements and many others like them than support British Industry.

Once again scientists are trying to tell us that a solar eclipse is caused by the Moon getting in the way of the Sun. What are the chances of that happening? It's ridiculous to even consider it. It is an unusual event and I thought I would photograph it a day in advance to avoid the rush. No, as sensible people know, the Sun is hollow like half a walnut shell. The inside is black, and every now and then the Sun rotates so we see the black bit.  Now why it does this even scientists can't tell us.

Do you remember those Physics lessons at school with the magnets and the iron filings? Do you remember dripping acid on iron filings in Chemistry lessons? Surely that has to be the worst job in the world. You turn up at work and there is a big block of iron and your file. That will be your task for eight hours.  The next day:  I wonder what I will be doing today? Oh yes, I remember, filing a big block of iron.

I spotted this maker's stamp on a garden pot recently, complete with thumb print. Ancient pottery also carries the finger prints of the long dead potter. I guess this is a case of leaving your mark on history..