We are not powerless…
Beach litter-picking in a 40mph wind is a blast – literally. Great turn out today weather considered – and in two hours collected all of the crap you see here from what looked like a tidy beach.
Today I concentrated on the miniscule stuff trapped within the tidemark seaweed. Still managed a sack full including 70+ cotton bud sticks – all of them blue.
You meet some great people doing this: Aberystwyth Beach Buddies, Surfers Against Sewage, Llanidloes river cleaners (forgot what you called yourselves)
#plasticpollution #saveourseas #PlanetBeforeProfit #SaveOurSeas plus any number of hash tags. #goodjobidonthaveagun
Last chance to get out and about in the moody and mischievous skies of Montgomeryshire and the Cambrian coast with Hâfi Martinsdottir.
As many dear readers will know, I am president, founder, chief executive, member #0001 of long-running organisation “The Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society”. In this role, I am honoured to have as esteemed member number 666 Mr Dave Bennett from Wilton in Wiltshire. Dave is a tub-thumping archaeologist collector of images of tall things. He is also a very fine artist and cartoonist. And when, from our many emailic conversations, he found out about another of my whimsical wastes of time “The Welsh Space Agency (W.A.S.A.) it seemed to strike something of a chord and he sent me the two artworks you see below – the second as a Christmas present. Dave, or course, also kindly gave us page 36 in my award-winning* book T.P.A.F.B. (Key Stages 1-4). For the second image, Dave valiantly approached his son Ben’s mate Griff’s mum for her version of the Welsh caption. He also then condensed this with a version from Google translate and it is near enough for me to tell you that it says “Oh my God look! Signs of civilisation”. And with this one cartoon, Dave neatly captures two of my obsessions, Wales in Space and of course telegraph poles. Due to it not fitting fully on my scanner, I’ve alas cut off his trademark “Benny” signature from the WASA image. Thanks Dave, I am indebted to you.
* Largest pile of unsold books stored in a pantry, 2017.
aka Die Türen von Wernigerode
A visit to family in the Harz mountains, Saxony-Anhalt last weekend brought about an obsession with the town’s doors. Next week: The roofs of Goslar.
I think I’ve got it!
Would the lady who insulted me four and a half years ago with the quip about me falling in a shit-heap please give it another go. I’ve got the perfect put-down for you now.
Was horrified to see that P&O have started to charge for life-jackets on the Larne ferry to Cairnryan. In the panic to evacuate your sinking ship you are expected to fumble around for 20p in order to save your life. Paupers go down along with the captain I suppose!
A short experimental film-poem about a short section of the Heart of Wales railway.
World premiere in a 2 person horse box cinema on a sloping field during Knucklas17. I’m trying not to let it go to my head.
Damn clever horses in these parts. Here is a highly creditable 3D model of Ailsa Craig made by a 3 year old gelding called Rheidol Bomber.
And for reference, here’s a pile of horse shit.