Vanishing Point: Out of sight

Vanishing Point: Out of sight

Vanishing Points

Genealogy is an inconsistent science and growing a family tree quickly becomes an obsessive work of semi-fictional detective work. The urge to push further and further backward heading into our peasant laden past, hankering after the occasional sight of a king or...
It’s beginning to and back again

It’s beginning to and back again

Persistence of memory

We went to London. We do this journey quite often, from 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, the piss...
Supporting Pulp

Supporting Pulp

Music

  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: Happisburgh – Where the wild thing were…

Coasting

Happisburgh, a curious place to find yourself, another favourite of mine, the quality of the light, the changing riven landscape and the beating sea. It sits 20 miles to the East of Norwich, below the stretch of coast where the cliffs fall away from the faded...