Jamie Muir
@jamiembrixton
The world viewed from Brockwell Park in South London.
Me trying to get our colander in focus, daughter Anna assisting. Photo by Caroline. 00
People were very generous in Brockwell park, sharing around their special eclipse glasses
I don’t suppose it’s flickering on the algorithms of Spotify but I really like Julian Cope’s Friar Tuck album, particular the song In Spungent Mansions.
A Brixton (Country and Western) pavement short story: a horse made out of leather, perhaps even PONY skin?
My cucumbers - the spiky skinned kind - are full of flavour but a touch leathery. Not enough water? Also, do you happen to know why their leaves sometimes turn yellow? Your spuds look great + presented like the cover of a Penguin cookery book from the 1970s (a good thing). Check my tomatoes:
For a junk drawer to legally qualify as a real junk drawer, what is the ONE absolute mandatory item it must include? A strip of book matches commemorating Andrew and Fergie’s wedding. (Found in my late father-in-law’s sock drawer and kept by me in the vain hope someone on ebay may want to buy it)
Mine would be the typography, sculpture and wood engraving of the now massively cancelled Eric Gill.
Would have made more sense if I’d included a photo of the painting. @jamesewand.bsky.social
I’m not going to make Wildlife Cameraman of the Year, but i promise you that’s a seal.
The Mallaig and Morar Highland Games (5) “Rita Macbeth, your son Harry is by the gazebo.”
Disappearing into the field behind Borrodale beach in the north-west of Scotland are the mangled remains of a Churchill tank used for demolition training by S.O.E. agents billeted nearby.
The beach at Borrodale in the north-west of Scotland still has traces of the explosives exercises conducted there by S.O.E. agents in WW2.