Category Archives: Scrap Book

Boys and girls used to wear white dresses (yes, even the boys) until age six or seven when they got their first hair cut. Then… The march toward gender-specific clothes was neither linear nor rapid. Pink and blue arrived, along … Continue reading →

Back in 2005, at the start of numerous surf trips to Croyde Bay, north Devon, here’s Richard, Fran, Francisco and me, six years ago and with rented boards, before a sunny December session:

When we lived at Dell, I only had to wander out into the meadow in front to get a great view of the sunsets. Here’s one from summer 2005: What an absolute corker of a world we live in. Let’s … Continue reading →

After my Mum’s wedding in May 2005, Peter, Martin & I went down to Widemouth, supposedly to surf. There was no swell that week at all, so it was more of a golf and walking holiday, and clambering down cliffs:

The old computer table, 2005, with the classic dome iMac, Apple speakers, 2nd Gen iPod, big bouncy blue ball seating: And my new study (just a corner of the bedroom), 2011. Only the anglepoise matches:

The sheep next to my cottage in Cornwall would often arrange themselves on the mounds in the next field. From just above them on the banks of earth known as hedges in Cornwall, one could sit and watch the sunsets.