Monthly Archives: August 2012
Apple has produced yet another stunning app. This time it’s for your fruit. They call it autumn and claim that it can make even a simple apple look as good as this.
I never miss the flavour of strawberries out of the strawberry season, but whilst that season lasts, and this year it appears to be lasting forever, it is likely that there will be in our house a china bowl full … Continue reading
Patrick, one of our neighbours, arrived at our house yesterday afternoon with a box piled high with sun warm mirabelles that he had just picked from one of his trees. He’s not a man of many words but the words … Continue reading
The August malaise of “all play” is starting to make Jacques a dull boy. If me equals Jacques then boy equals ageing smudger. The longed for beribboned parcel of sun and blue skies duly arrived. It arrived after a long … Continue reading
Apart from the discovery of a wasps’ nest in the wall of the house, today started well. The dogs and I were strolling down the sun dappled sandy track that leads into the depths of the Forest of Mervent. On … Continue reading
I remember the excitement of “overdoing it”, the anticipation of “going too far” and the sweet smell of excess. The resilience of youth to absorb punishment in the form of recreational stimulants is Olympian when viewed in the rear vision mirror as … Continue reading
Gypsy has at last spared me a precious nanosecond in which to accomplish her portrait. She may well have fundamentalist leanings being that her head is covered most of the time as it is buried in the ground digging for freedom … Continue reading
There’s a smell to the summer holidays of my youth that I can’t describe or define but which still haunts me. This friendly phantom will appear unannounced as a waft of a hardly remembered past that is filled with detail … Continue reading
These three things are amongst the amazing things that I have seen today. These three things are superlative in conception and performance and will never be bettered. Their existence puts the legendary arrogance of a conceited human into clear proportion.