bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Saturday, September 11, 2010
When Georgie was here a couple of weeks ago, she said neighbour Guy's old blue wagon and novel form of woodshed would make a good photo. Strange, I've seen this sight often enough but never thought of photographing it. Always thought of it as a bit of an eyesore. Looked rather good though in this morning's early sun. So I took a snap. And while I was out there I rattled off a few others, all taken within spitting distance of Chateau Tommo. Binned most of them but kept a few, mainly because of the lighting. Thought I'd load them up while I'm sat here listening to the footy on Radio Five.
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.