Showing posts with label fence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fence. Show all posts

Monday 12 August 2019

When I paint my masterpiece


But someday, everything is gonna be different
When I paint that masterpiece.
                                                                                             Bob Dylan

In clearing the site to make resting room for tired automobiles they finally tore down the tired weathered old boards that had lined the perimeter for as long as I can recall. This fencing was home to a mural of Mandela and more recently this little collection by the guy who styles himself as Preg ( I almost wrote prig can't think why ...) appeared.



These were on the High Street side of the site. The river side attracted a somewhat less figurative scrawler.



... and finally a simple message is often more effective. All gone now and not missed at all.


Thursday 22 September 2016

New kid in town


Nature abhorring a vacuum as it does means that the space left by the sad demise of poor Charley earlier this year has been quickly taken over by this smug little thing. We're not going to give him a name and we're not going to get attached; he's somebody else's problem. 


I'm glad that's the neighbour's fence and not mine.

Pictures are by Margot K Juby and while I'm about here's a link to her blog on the innocence of Gilles de Rais.

Oh and finally the year of culture program was announced today but you don't want to know about that.