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Vanishing Point: Out of sight

Genealogy is an inconsistent practice, growing a family tree can quickly become an obsessive piece of semi-fictional detective work. The urge to push further and further backward heading into our peasant-laden past, the occasional sight of a king or queen, some lord...

It’s beginning to and back again

Persistence of memory, Through glass

We went to London. We do this journey quite often, from here, the east it is a fairly routine trip, a day out; one of those the ever shortening distances that only just hold us all apart. We have offspring who have set up shop there in the expense and dull glitter,...

Vanishing Point: The Somme still flows – Schwaben redoubt

Vanishing Points

I’ve been distracted enough not to put fingers to keyboard for the last week or so. Mainly because I had an upcoming trip to France, my first on my own due to some fairly uncontrolled sets of human circumstance and how time plays its stupid games. Travelling...

Supporting Pulp

Persistence of memory

We once supported Pulp. All local bands get to support someone half-decent if they keep at it and harass people for long enough, which is basically what we did. As experiences went it wasn’t that special, but beat the hell out of playing in an empty bar...

Coasting: Happisburgh – Where the wild thing were…

Coasting, Lost in a landscape

Happisburgh, a curious place to find yourself, a favourite place of mine – the quality of the light on an eastern coast is strange, the ever-changing riven landscape, the beating sea. It sits 20 miles to the East of Norwich, below the stretch of coast where the cliffs...