Negative Space

Torrential Rain

Dead Flowers

Alfred Walker
had visitors on Father's day -
rainfall whispering

Sutton High Street

Outside Waterstones
no trace of my book. alas,
in their sci-fi

Rainy market

Hugh and Lelani's:
A contemplative Buddah
and headless lady

Chesterfield market
very wet and overcast
We hurry past

Would this look suit me?
A coffee in cafe Nero
and then pootle home.

Cemetery Walk, Sun, Rain

DK got me some Persil washing tablets
and a 'Marty the Zebra' hand puppet!

You can put two gingers in his snout and animate that, too.

When the council do a roof, they even bring their own portaloo

The Poplar tree and the hawthorn beneath it

Far away...

...near

Cemetery road

Sycamore

Hmm.
Next door have taken their 'for sale' sign down.
Is it sold or did they take it off the market?

Nute.
Best served with ketchup.

Paint the Whole World with Zippy and George

It was tipping it down when i took the dogs today and I got utterly soaked.*


This is an oil slick in the road. I think mankind (as a species) has taken that whole "Paint the whole world with a rainbow" image to heart.

The usual poplar, taken from the partial cover of a leafless tree.

Wet cemetery road. My camera whites out against the sky so I don't get decent pictures of the tree colours.

Here are some leaves, though.
There're graves under there somewhere.

*Typically, after we'd got home and I'd pulled off all my soaking clothes and had a shower, the sun came out.

Wet Feet again and an answer

It was very wet today. I elected to wear my bestest boot in an effort to keep dry. Alas, they let in water too. And leaves.
See also my scraggy leather coat and dog leads.

This is a shot I take often - a poplar against the sky. Not even a hint of blue today.

The cemetery was devoid of visitors

and the paths a little muddy

This cremation plot was waterlogged but I looked a little closer...

...a case of using the Time Turner again?

Remember this from last Friday?

This was plain odd (and curse the car that got in the way).
It appears to be a (grain? Missile?) silo at the bottom of Eyre Street in Clay Cross. On the side is stencilled:
TWO WRONGS
MAKE A
RIOT

I e-mailed the local council to find out more.

Dawn Kershaw,Clerk, Clay Cross Parish Council, replied:

The 'silo' you refer to is in fact the North Midland Railway tunnel ventilator number 5. This ventilator is the deepest of the tunnel's 9 shafts. At this point the railway is 44 meters below your feet and 110 meters above sea level, being at the summit of the line between Derby and Leeds. With regard to the lettering on the side, it's not an official statement, it is graffiti.

White Rabbits!

A wet cemetery with sunny patches. I did have to hold my hat on a lot of the time because it was also windy.

A glimpse behind the bottom shed. I'm quite worried about it, as it happens, because it appears to be collapsing.

This is George.
He used to be a pell for practicing fencing cuts and lunges but these days he's an 8' plant support.

This is where the compost heap used to be, pressed against the shed.

A shot inside the greenhouse, where I have yet another pocketful of conkers. This is on my potting bench, currently occupied by various craft projects.

...Forty Days and Nights...

A manhole cover in the field.

No, this isn't the wetland field, just the normal pre-cemetery field.
Can you tell we've had some rain?

This little chap knows about rain

Bedraggled dandelion
needs a towel or two
and perhaps a cocoa.

X marks the spot?
Is this laburnum tree due for the chop
or does it mark a dryad's grave?

Wet cemetery road
The bench is left to the rain
as the puddles grow.

Back to Home

Lina with the dogs
as I post off a letter -
patiently waiting.

Calla lilies bloom
an insignificant pink

understated blooms

Shelter under trees
as the rain pours across grass -
cemetery damp.

Recycling line -
bins for different colours
of glass and paper

One Hundred Great Books
in Haiku - good for laughter
in writer's circles.

Rain, Berries and First Drafts

After the rain last night the dog field had a huge puddle in it. It was absolutely splendid though if you click of the picture you can see it was a bit deep for Trickster.

The nightshade berries are just beginning to ripen.
This is slightly out of focus - my phone camera always wants to look at the background and I can't yet affors a digital SLR.

Poor Steve.

I don't actually know if he's in this waterlogged grave but I found the image poignant. Especially so, since Steve is the first character to die in Another Bloody Love Story, the first draft of which I completed last night.

And this is it!

Well, half of it. I've got as far as chapter 31 with the editing. When I've fully copy edited it, I'll get this first draft bound at lulu (for myself only) and leave it until September to read through, so that it can be a fresh storyin my mind and I can spot the plot holes and flaws.

Look down and see the sky!

Smatterings of rain -
enough to make tyres hiss
but not to cool off.

How cheering, to look down at the floor and see the sky!

This is all temporary, for when we have forty days of rain I shall long once more for the sunlit fields of my youth. It is ever my dichotomy, to long for that I don't have.

So, no rain, but the overnight rain at least made the walk cooler, particularly under the avenue of beeches in the cemetery.

This mushroom was about three inches across. It was reminiscent of something...

This is where they're dumping all the mucking out of that horse I told you about. It does make that bit of the cemetery a bit pongy, though. There is, however, a lovely old piece of fencing.