Bus garage nearly gone

Don't think there's any structure left beneath the scaffolding, bye bye bus garage...

Nearly all gone

I might even miss the hideous old monstrosity....now it's nearly gone.

View from the back garden

This is the view from my back graden at the moment. Thank you Tescos. I suppose it will all be worth it when we have a lovely new swimming pool, posh Ice Rink and modern sports facilities. At the moment the house shakes all day and everyone within a mile radius is woken by diggers and wrecking sounds.

Digging day at the Streatham Common Community Garden

Beachy Head

I loved that flight of stairs in the forest near Seven Sisters, I didn't want to leave it....

I heard the man in the paraglider talking on a mobile phone while he swooped over head, he said to the other person 'I'm at Beachy Head', he didnt mention he was actually flying over Beachy Head, then he waved at us and said hello. Maybe he rescues the jumpers, like an angel? It did feel like the end of the world, so misty and isolated. Down in the lighthouse another man was left behind while his collegues sped off in an orange speed-boat, can't make up my mind whether that was good or bad, you could certainly catch up with a lot of light houskeeping if you were left there over the winter.

Drizzly day I drew in the woods

Drizzly day I drew in the woods and tried to enjoy the grayness and damp, the sound of the rain on the leaves....it is possible. People don't seem to go mad for the magic mushrooms the way they used to, sad to think the tradition is dieing out, perhaps I could persuade English Heritage or the Streatham Society to mount a campaign to revive the practice. It's a shame they are all going to waste, my head is naturally muddle enough without psilocybin swirling around it, so no point in me imbibing them either.

Fish, Mabel and Toque

Fish, Mabel and Toque enjoying a cupof tea on the common this morning in mist and leaves.