Category Archives: Scrap Book
Scrap Book: Christmas Jam
Here we are, Mum, Peter and I at Christmas, maybe 1980. I don’t remember this in the slightest, nor our family being musical. Peter’s got his Arsenal scarf, I’m in jazz black and still with chicken pox scars. I probably … Continue reading
Scrap Book: Camping in Combe Martin with Martin
Here we are, Martin and I in Combe Martin north Devon on one of many family camping trips. This is a beautiful stretch of coast, from Ilfracombe along the north of Exmoor. This camp site had an amazing view but … Continue reading
Scrap Book: Three brothers in the sand
Here we are, Martin, Peter and I half-buried on a holiday beach. Gran and Grandpa Hunt, seated behind, may have had something to do with this! We had many good holidays in the late 70s and 80s, camping in our … Continue reading
Scrap Book: Me and my Dad in the garden
Here we are, Dad & I in the garden of Boundary House, Broughton Gifford. I’m three and a half. Dad must be just back from work, still in his brown suit and shiny shoes. Check out my 1974 red and … Continue reading
Brockwood Park School Pavilions Project – Update
Brockwood Park School Pavilions Project, a set on Flickr. Update of photographs. The oak frames of all seven buildings are in place, with cladding on five pavilions. Look how green the trees are for late November
Scrap Book: The only way to eat ice cream
Here I am, age 2. I got my ball. I got my ice cream. I got a tasty white beard.
Scrap Book: Smiling Baby Buddha Duncan
Here I am, age not very much, with my lovely mother, enjoying the good life. The photo was taken in Cheshunt where we lived till I was one and a half.
Occupy Wall Street – Just a bunch of hippies and anarchists
The Occupiers, a set by MacDawg on Flickr.
Scrap Book: My First Ever Photo
Here we are – Mum, Dad, Peter and Martin. I think this is the first picture I ever took, borrowing my Dad’s camera when I was about 6. We were on holiday in Devon, Martin aged 2 (would you say?) … Continue reading
Scrap Book: Dad with his first car
In the 1960s, Dad in London with his first car, an Austin Mini. The original and best mini. Although, he did say it leaked like a good ‘un, from the bottom and top. Dad looks well chuffed!
Scrap Book: Where were you on 9/11?
I was in London visiting my friends Tim & Nadya in south London. In the afternoon of 11 September 2001 I’d gone to Putney for a yoga class at the Sivananda Centre near the river. Browsing in the bookshop before … Continue reading
The _______ Is Dead
Dead, a set on Flickr. Perfect for a bank holiday weekend, here is an update of my ‘Dead’ set on Flickr
Scrap Book: Charmouth, 1973
Here we are, with ‘Uncle’ John Druker – you know, one of those family friends who ends up being an uncle. I am two and a half years old, Peter four and a half, and we are holidaying in Dorset, … Continue reading
Scrap Book: Dad, Aunty Wendy and I, at ‘The Island’
Here I am, aged 1 year and 2 months, at The Island across the fields with my Dad and Aunty Wendy. The island is really just a marshy pond with some grass mounds. In winter, one of the mounds would … Continue reading
Scrap Book: 1973, Boundary House
Here we are! This is my father aged 29, working on the house my parents have recently bought, having moved from the suburbs north of London to a quiet, spacious Wiltshire village. It’s good to see him looking so fit … Continue reading
Fake Sounds to Help Humans
The secret static on your Skype call A less obvious bit of artificial sound that you probably hear every day is called comfort noise. Lots of modern telephone systems as well as software like Skype employ noise reduction techniques. Unfortunately, … Continue reading
The Kubota is Dead
The Kubota is Dead, originally uploaded by :Duncan. Last night it was allegedly nicked from the gamekeeper’s cottage, driven to the bottom of the field and burnt.
Scrap Book: Rocamadour
November 2006, Caroline and I visited my mother in France. On one excursion we went to the impressive town of Rocamdour, built into the cliff above a river. From the top of the cliff you can descend through the white-stoned … Continue reading
Scrap book: Azores Surf Trip
October 2006 found Derek, Francisco and I far into the Atlantic in the Azores. The conditions weren’t the easiest. The main beach on the north coast had huge rollers preventing us from paddling out: So we sought shelter, finding a … Continue reading