Hewitt Road
It rained and it thundered and it rained some more. It poured all night long. Like it was never going to stop.
And then, when the morning finally came, the sun crept along with it and all the hard work that the rain had put in was carefully illuminated for all to see.
Hewitt Road
And then a day like today you get nothing. No shadow, no movement, no wind against your face. No sounds, really.
You have to do all the work yourself.
And I quite like these cocoon days.
Hewitt Road
The more I photograph this scene the more that’s exactly what it becomes: act 2, scene 3… optimism fills the household as the sun pushes across the neighbouring roof tops, finding its way into dark fungal corners; act 1, scene 2… Mary’s dream sequence – a dramatic but unstable sky dominates, while a rainbow hangs, delicate but consistent. And so on.
I’d like to see this play. Or maybe then again…
Hewitt Road
Ah, this feels like a familiar London again: rain, peeling paint and old net curtains. I’d say these windows are around 4m max away from us.
Oh yes and a nice big grease extract chimney from the Thai restaurant, out the back of Agnes’ new place last night. London’s rear window Victorian / C21st hybrid vernacular is its own animal.
Hewitt Road
Touch of the sub tropical in Haringey today.
Yuccas have no problems in these protected strip farm gardens.
Green Lanes
A different sunrise feel today.
Interesting… but I’ll be staying with the Bolt on this one.
Hewitt Road
Sounds silly but this really only could be London. Ok, maybe England, but I think honestly only London. Coming from southern California, one should really be a ‘perfect weather’ expert. So when the sun clicks in here, at such a northerly latitude, and with that incredible fresh breeze sliding underneath, I don’t think it gets any better. So that’s why we spend all our time waiting for it, and obsessing over it – this rare, rich delicacy.
It’s good to be back. In many ways.
Louise White House
It’s all about the 5 rings today.
So what exactly are they all about?
Each one represents a(n inhabited) continent, and when shown on a white background, at least one colour from every country’s flag is represented.
The layout of the flag evolved from an arced linear version to the more interlocked one. Meanwhile the elaborate carrying of the torch ritual was only established in 1936.
Louise White House
Just back in time for ‘that day’ and this year it’s especially good to be with the Frantzis’ before during and after.
And of course you can’t beat Ryanair to get you there…
Louise White House
That’s it. Done. We’re off.
Stag? Think oversized horn rimmed specs. For all of us.
Louise White House
Ok. Deep breath. Just one more day, and (stag) night.
I keep telling Adam I like having eyebrows.
Louise White House
Home after a high speed trip back to Munich airport.
When Christian the umbrella man asked if I was ok with him driving a little faster and told me that he’d never had an accident and that I could let him know if I was at all uncomfortable, at any time, I knew to pull a calm face.
At 200kph you cover 1km in roughly 18 seconds.
But is this really a good idea? Although there are more road deaths on the autobahns that don’t have speed limits than the ones that do, Germany doesn’t seem to be that much more lethal for driving than the safest EU countries (Switzerland, Denmark, Holland, GB). Main thing seems to be don’t drive in Hungary. Or Slovenia. (Or Spain or Portugal)
Louise White House, EZY5381
Wo ist der flughafen?
Ok here it is.
Had a little sleep break just long enough to experience Gatwick’s new security check-in system. Take a look at this, La Guardia.
Anyway, seems rather appropriate that I’ve come to look at umbrellas.
Louise White House
Had to do a triple take on waking but it really is good to be back at my home from home with Adam and Justine.
But I’ll have to hand it over soon. Rites of passage and all that.
Anyway, here today, Ulm tomorrow
Euston Road
Well I’m not sure this counts as waking up but I’ll agree that this is where I started my day.
Just in time to sleep all day on the train probably.
Alan Road
Mission accomplished. Bog garden complete and a successful paella under our belts.
T-22.5 hours
WHEN I WOKE UP 