Stepsley Ford is near Greys Inn Essex, beyond Southampton on the Welsh borders, where these three giant trees dominate the landscape. You can just see the small village Of Stepsley (as the locals call it) there on the left of the picture. On a stormy night like the one shown below, it almost looks as if the trees are crossing the ford, hence the name Stepsley Ford, its as if the trees themselves were stepping over the the river which lies between the trees. In fact, there is no natural crossing at that point, so perhaps it was just wishful thinking on their part? No one knows how long the trees have been there, perhaps hundreds or even thousands of years!
When ya go on your hols, and you got to get on a plane, and its all that security and queueing, and waiting, and then the bare knuckle ride of flying itself – its a bit of a hassle non? I mean, we’re not scared are we?
Its just a little inconvenient and nerve wracking, but its worth it right? Fair enough, but have you ever tried going by boat? Its easy! You just rock up at the car park, then wander into this hall where you queue for about like, 2mins, they ask your name, tick it off and say fine! Go get on the boat! Yeas, thats the way to check in! After that, you wander about quite relaxed, slightly concerned the boat may sink, but you can always have a good meal, watch the floor show, go and have a wander out on deck, watch the sun go down, then in the morning you wake up in Europe!
Well we went on this 2 day trip to Amsterdam, its cheapest way to do it on a. 2 nighter, special price you see – there’s a buffet meal you can book for about £10. Its an all you can eat, with a carvery, curries, lasagne, vegetarian, fruits drinks, fruit itself, literally, all you can eat !! Its amazing, you see people piling their plate so high, then going back for more! You can do that! You really can! Its not like on a plane, where you get some poxy plastic tray, piddling about with 2 tiny potatoes! On the ferry you can eat and eat till you literally burst! (I saw several passengers actually explode!)
Well we had a super time in Amsterdam, so here’s some photos, I would like to go back and explore Holland a lot more next time, as it was only short.
On the way home, we got back to Zeebrugge a bit early, so we got the train down to Blankenberge seaside resort to kill a couple of hours – there wasn’t much there but this weird velodrome, all the bikes have been dismantled and welded back together to function as funny bikes – honestly, I was so amused watching the kids there, riding bikes that go backwards instead of forwards, or bend in the middle, or have oval wheels! Ha,ha, so funny to watch! I thought it was pretty surreal,
I took my own footage, but I just showed that one above cos its such sharper and better 🙂
I love Belgium, (Zeebrugge is over the border in Belgium) we’d previously been on a trip to Ghent and Bruggge, + a trip to Brussels, where we visited the Magritte museum – its a strange place Belgium, to have artists like that, and weird entertainment for the kids such as the Velodroom!
Here’s some pics of my trip to Florence from 2004 or whenever it was!
Here’s the locals having a parade! (or getting ready for one)
This is Siena
And this is a church back in Florence
You go in these churches and photograph everything, and I thought I’d photographed this Michelangelo crucifix one, but I hadn’t! anyhow, I really liked it, so here it is off the net
By Wikinade – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4772756
Rather nice isn’t it? Its made of wood – quite slender – no one knows for certain who its really by, but it looks ok to me – what you reckon? Some of these old churches are lovely!
Aha! I saw this on TV a couple of years ago, I mentioned it before somewhere on here, and I still remember the girl in it – she’s like a waif! I don’t remember that much about it now, so I’d like to watch it again, but I don’t suppose that will ever happen, we don’t tend to re-watch things around here.
She’s playing the part of a successful cellist, but she’s got this ancestral thing she’s looking up – down in old Wales, and thats when it all get eerie! Its a ghost story!
Anyhow, another good ghost story I saw last year, was called “The Green Man” (its a repeat of an old show I missed in the 90s) Its got good acting by Albert Finney, and its a fine story too (originally by Kingsley Amis), about this rambunctious old geezer that owns a hotel, a cosy old English sort of place anyone would love to have. Its an interesting place with interesting people, but then thats where the whole things goes a bit off topic, yeah, somewhat!
Just been on a shopping trip to Tesco, what a nightmare! People everywhere, practically bouncing off them trying to navigate the aisles, they got no celery and no thyme, couldn’t find my razors – can’t even remember what I’m meant to be looking for? Series 3 Gillette pro glide? Or was it 4 or 5? Everyones going oh yes, very nice, I like that, ooh, lovely! None of these people give a fuck about the immigrants in the concentration camps do they? Not interested – they want it back the 1950s, when everything was lovely – well, screw that!
Anyhow, had enough of that, so went the the chemist over the road, found what looked like my razors, but you had to rip them from the rack, cos they secure them, so did that, then went to the queue – there’s about 8 people, and they’re not moving! Everyones waiting for their prescription – I got no time for that, I’d sooner grow a beard – so I put them back, I’m out of there.
I made this malt loaf, but it wouldn’t rise, its in the oven now, but it’ll probably just go straight to the bin, can’t get it right lately, I got the day off, so I did a quick picture on the Mac, hasn’t crashed, so will post later, after I do another one, featuring Melmoth, since I’m now reading the original from 1820, got to say, its damn good read, very inspiring! Anyhow, did that, then had to make a stew, so got that in the slow cooker, went shopping, (nightmare) Now had some soup, and some bread, settling back down at last to do my next picture – its been mania!
Aha, malt loaf out the oven, its risen while its cooked – that was unexpected! It may actually be edible! Made bread yesterday, came out ok, but not got any air in it.
Oh yeah, had a really great dream last night! 😀
The secret to my failure is – well, no one wants to know that do they? People want to know about success! Success deserves an exclamation mark(!) But failure, well, its just what it is – but seriously, while I’m here, listening to Fleetwood Mac “Tusk” album, its so good, so meditational, and thats the secret, don’t meditate! If you have time to listen to Fleetwood Mac, (Tusk album in particular), you’re going nowhere baby! Destination zero!
I haven’t played this in a few years, I don’t have time, but I always love it when I do – it slows time down to a level so slow, its like meditation – you can see if you wave your hand in front of your face, how time has slowed. This isn’t about real life, but if it were, life would be so grand, so blooming bleeding wonderful, well, you’d be a success – we all would be! 🙂
I’m not the guy I was when I used to play this album, back then, I’d be high as a kite, smoking my weed, but I don’t do that no more, and tho I miss it, I can’t get on with wasting time like I used to.
Its not time wasting, to relax listening to music, its good for you, but I can’t do it anymore, cos I have other things to do, like writing this, while I play these songs. 25 or 30 years ago, I’d snuggle into the sofa, in a warm room playing this album, now I dash off a blog about what I’m doing, while I do it – isn’t that contrary?
Ok, I’m going to relax . . . .
Yawn! Enough of that! Gonna skip a few tracks, I want to get on with doing my own music, thats the thing, when you make your own music, you can’t listen to someone else’s at the same time. Man, I need some ganja, but I know what I’m like now, I’d just want to go for a run, Fleetwood Mac don’t smack their bitches up right!
Fleetwood Mac’s not that funny . .
That’s Enough For Me!
I know I’m not Wrong
I walk a thin line
Ooh! This is good when the marching band comes in! 😀 😀
I was watching that “It’s A Sin” on tv last night and it got me thinking about my experience of that time. Back then you couldn’t just wave your erection in the car window like you can now – seriously, one still can’t wave ones erection, you couldn’t then, and you can’t now – never could! Believe me, I’ve tried!
That is the nature of homosexuality, its not really something you take up lightly, or maybe you do? What do I know?
Last week, I was compiling the jobs I was at between about 1980, and around 92’ – I had over 22 jobs! I wasn’t in some line of work where you just move around a lot, I would just get a job, get fed up with it, and go and get another job somewhere else – I was certainly a bit of a miss-fit. If I felt the job was dead end and going nowhere, I’d leave – I tried to settle, but never could – they’d call me the wanderer! 🙂
Hmm, thats not very gay is it? Its a fantasy, I didn’t wander around with my two fists of iron and get loads of women, I would have liked to, but as I say, that’s mere fantasy.
I probably got loads of stories about all these workplaces, memories of people and places and so on, but ultimately, it was a waste of time!
The last of the 22 jobs fell through, and I knew I wasn’t very happy living the way I did, so I took a year or 2 out to get stoned, then went to college to do art. It was great, because I was about 28 or 30, and at a dead impasse, and this was like a second chance – I hated school when I was younger, but now I wanted it – the teaching was good, and interesting, and I was surrounded by young girls, pretty ones, the best of the bunch tend to like art, so there I was, sat down by the river, surrounded by these girls, you can never have too many girls, no one cared if you were gay or straight, it was a good time IMO.
After that, I went and did a degree, and did well on that too, and got teaching quals, I thought maybe I’d get a better job, but also, at the same time I’d been doing some cleaning work for the council to help pay for my education. In the end, I just carried on with the council job, and I have been there for 20 years or so now – the job is rubbish, but I’m not really interested in teaching or getting more money, I have enough to pay for paints and stuff, and I don’t really care about selling art or being successful at that either. I was talking to someone about it the other day, and she said its because I don’t have kids. She’s probably right, if you don’t have to have them, why would you?
Getting back to the gay thing, I don’t fancy blokes as a rule, I’d sooner fuck a woman than a guy any day, and yet this never seems to “cut it” with women. I don’t think I shall ever understand them. I actually feel that I understand them very well, but I don’t know them in the way that I ought in order to be a classical straight man – do classical straight men know anything? Anything at all? They seem a bit Neanderthal to me, I like it, I think its great, to react like a reflex – must be amazing! I’m too damn philosophical, thats my problem. 😦