Left Behind

Forgotten

 

I’m on Lonely Street, number fifty three.
Boarded up property,
I’ll probably get pulled down.
Litter all around inside there’s
no sound and no light.
But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping.
Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking.
On the way my timbers creaking,
Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose,
knee high in refuse.
But even though I’m a slum,
I’m still of some use.
There was a time when my walls where decorated.
And under my roof children where educated.
But now paint’s faded, windows are all smashed,
a crash in the economy robbed me of my family.
And no strategy, combats negative equity,
so that’s it. Like violence it’s drastic.
I’m freaking, and seeking to be
more than just a house for crack.
Somebody bring my family back.

 

 

Green fingered neighbour trims my bush…………

Imagine our surprise on returning home to find what can only be described as half a tree in our front garden. Admittedly, the other half was overhanging the boundary line a little, which presumably squared things in our neighbour’s head when he found himself getting a little carried away. I’m not sure at what point he stood back and thought “yeah, good job, that looks fine” or whether he only stopped because his arm was tired (Let’s face it, he may as well have carried on and done the rest of it as well) but I’m sure you’ll agree that the end result is nothing short of superlative.

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It might be because I’m old, but I would have expected that before emptying the shed of anything sharp, pointy and saw-ey, it’s kind of polite to mention that you’ll be clearing back any overhanging bits with the owner of the aforementioned over-hangy bits, especially if they could have lent you a nice electric hedge trimmer to actually do the job with (or even saved you the hassle and done it for you). We must have missed that bit though because this was the first we knew of it.

Apparently, they’re going to be putting a fence up. Given it’s our front garden I’m not expecting a 6 foot one (it’s just not very British is it) so I’m still not clear on how (or even why) the branches requiring a ladder were lopped off as well, but I will be watching that boundary line very carefully. Why worry that the panels at the end of their back garden are rotten and falling out (and at some point we’re going to end up with their dog in our garage) as long at the front has a nice new fence.

I’m still a little bit in shock to be honest, hope they don’t need any favours any time soon.

Trim my bush.

The City of London – A Pigeon’s eye view of our capital

The Square Mile

The traditional centre of Fianance and Insurance, a city within a City. Widely referred to simply as “the City” (often written as just “City” and differentiated from the phrase “the city of London” by capitalising “City”). Also colloquially known as the “Square Mile”, as it is 1.12 sq mi (2.90 km2),[5] in area. Both of these terms are also often used as metonyms for the United Kingdom’s trading and financial services industries, which continue a notable history of being largely based in the City.

London's Beating Heart

Petal from a faded Rose………

Faded Rose

Here’s a rose from my garden
Where the bloom of romance grows
But I’ll keep on a part near my aching heart
Just a petal from a faded rose
Love’d be sweet in the morning
When the breeze of summer blows
But will fade and die when the wind is nigh
Like a petal from a faded rose

Kissed by a Rose

Industrial Essex

From the (slightly muddy) banks of Vange Creek looking towards the jumbled industrial detrius of the London Gateway Terminal and Old Corringham Refinery is this somewhat gloomy but busy view across the marshes.

EDIT:- Just noticed that the boat is called the ‘Pescadora’ which is Spanish for Fisherwoman, or Fisherman’s Wife. Not sure why I thought that was worth pointing out, but………

Industrial Essex

Samantha Bond again…….

007 at Beaulieu Motor Museum

It’s not every day you see Miss Moneypenny driving around in one of the James Bond villain’s cars. Whilst we were at the museum we were delayed due to Samantha Bond being interviewed, and then following lunch we bumped into her driving around the grounds of the estate in a Green Jaguar XKR, complete with Rockets hidden in the grille and a machine gun mounted on the back !! The car (from Die another Day) was one of the exhibits. – Apologies for the quality of these, but they were reactive rather than planned and I was lucky to get a couple of clean shots without my kids photobombing the lot.

007 at Beaulieu Motor Museum

My name is Bond, Samantha Bond

Another one from our week in the New Forest. Wandering around the National Motor Museum at Beaulieu we were a little taken aback to be stopped midway through the Bond exhibition by a chap with a radio and a tabard bearing the legend ‘SECURITY’. Wondering if we’d stumbled across a deranged gang of scrap metal thieves caught in the act I was pleasantly surprised to see Miss Moneypenny (Samantha Bond) having a coffee break between takes for an interview that was being conducted. I made like a pap, and rattled a couple of shots off just for posterities sake but unfortunately have no idea when we can expect to see this on the Telly, or whether it was a promotional Beaulieu video or a documentary.

National Motor Museum - Celebrity interview

As an aside, we later saw her driving around in a Lime Green Jag, complete with rockets in the grille, while a Camera car tried to keep up. I’m pretty sure I got a couple of decent shots of this somewhere as well, mostly with Mrs Dave and the kids in, who thought it was hilarious photo-bombing the shot at every opportunity.