Monday, June 05, 2017
Saturday, June 03, 2017
Walking with no aim I come across a green bus shelter with the name of Peter Tosh graffitied on it. I'm immediately hearing The Wailers in my head and carry them with me for the next few hundred yards.
I've no idea if this scrawled 'Peter Tosh' was in homage to the great Peter Tosh or just some local youth inscribing himself into the very white very middle class seventies urban landscape at least until the next council paint over job but it raised the spirit of the the Bush Doctor in me and up the Gosforth Valley Road.
You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth of today
You can't fool the youth
June 2nd 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
ANOTHER CITY FOR ANOTHER LIFE
"The increasing dissatisfaction that dominates the whole of humanity will arrive at a point at which we will all be forced to execute projects whose means we possess, and which will contribute to the realization of a richer and more fulfilled life."
Internationale Situationniste #3 (December 1959)
Photograph: Pentland Road Dronfield Woodhouse Drift May 2017 Paul Conneally
Sunday, May 28, 2017
"Until the environment is collectively dominated, there will be no individuals — only spectres haunting the objects anarchically presented to them by others. In chance situations we meet separated people moving randomly. Their divergent emotions neutralize each other and maintain their solid environment of boredom. As long as we are unable to make our own history, to freely create situations, striving toward unity will introduce other separations. The quest for a central activity leads to the formation of new specialisations."
Critique of Separation 1961
Photograph: 'PETROL & COFFEE' - Paul Conneally - Dronfield Woodhouse - May 2017
Saturday, May 27, 2017
a pile of red bricks
under a horse chestnut tree
At the site of the Califat Mine on the eighth of October 1863 a coming in of water filled the mine workings killing three miners:
Harry Clements 16
Jeremiah Rose 40
Thomas Bird 50
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Leaving the Robin Hood pub Russ Ralph and I set off not knowing exactly which way to go and choose to go up Foan Hill. I'm not sure of the origin of this word 'foan' it might be an old name for a moor or a bog, well that's what just one reference on the internet told me. I also found a map showing the distribution of the word foan as a surname which seems to be mainly in the south and south west of the UK. Maybe the hill is named after someone. The first thing that crossed my mind was 'fawn' a young deer and the 1911 census tells us that at that time there were in Swannington four houses with a Fone Hill address and one with a Fawn Hill address. The Swannington History Society believes all these houses were on the same road and it is not known when the spelling standardised as Foan Hill. The spellings in the census could just be due to the way the forms were filled in by individual householders.
Walking up the hill we come to the Incline Kennels named after the Swannington Incline, part of Stephenson's Swannington Railway, one of the earliest railways in the Midlands and used to transport coal from the local mines to Leicester.
From behind the fence unseen dogs bark at us.
Russ and I both agree that we are not big fans of dogs but that some are okay and make you think maybe having a dog like that wouldn't be so bad.
Later, still intrigued by the name Foan Hill I search it on Google and it somehow takes me to a page in 'THE DRUGGIST'S RECEIPT BOOK' and to Balm of Rakasiri which was 'Oil of Rosemary dissolved in common gin'. It was made by the Jordan brothers in Canon Street Road, London, who marketed it throughout most of the 1800's as a cure for nervous diseases but actually without saying so openly as a cure for venereal diseases. They were outed as quacks but were still trading through till the 1860s. Oil of Rosemary in gin sounds quite interesting and maybe worth trying not for its 'restorative' properties but for its beverage qualities if it has any.
Any point on a vague walk can lead us to new discoveries, emotions and stories true, half-true and false. Welcome them all.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
Sunday, May 14, 2017
True Love Story
The modern day pawn shop is doing well in Theresa May's Britain.
At the start of each day the shop assistant in Loughbohemia's 'Cash Converters' carefully puts out the display of pawned engagement and wedding rings for those considering taking the plunge themselves to peruse, buy and sell back when times get rough.
hush little baby
a mockingbird sings
here comes the bride
Saturday, May 13, 2017
I have no religious belief. These two men do. They arrive on the edge of Loughbohemia Market sometime between 7.30am and 8, set up their leaflet stand and grab a takeaway coffee to help keep out the cold.
They are Jehovah's Witnesses and they would like to save my soul, yours too.
They don't shout out to people passing by like the fruit and veg sellers do. Quiet in their smart suits their leaflet stand does the talking: 'The Four Horsemen How Their Ride Affects You'
I know they mean well. I welcome them and all people with convictions within the law to our streets. Free speech is worth fighting for especially for those we don't agree with. Street preachers religious, political, social or economical add to the frisson of our streets.
twice round the market
a bag of fresh bananas
on an empty bench
Friday, May 12, 2017
From around 7am market traders arrive in their white vans and transits to start setting up for the Thursday market in Loughbohemia's town centre market place.
There's not quite room for all the vehicles at the same time and so thee are moments of calm amongst all the activity as stall holders wait for their workmates to get in with the produce, be it women's fashion, men's socks, fruit and veg or kettles.
an on the move coffee
and a bunch of tulips
May 11 2017
He waits here in the market place for her to come back. Back from her shopping. He sees her and shouts out her name. She waves, mouths that she'll be just a few minutes more. He nods and leans forward a little from the curved metal bench on his stick.
His matching plaid flat cap and jacket are striking.
"Well you've got to look your best haven't you?"
the dog protection woman
slips me a leaflet
May 11th 2017
Posted by Little Onion at 8:37 am
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Searching for a pub we find ourselves in the North West Leicestershire village of Belton. One pub is now a set of upmarket apartments and the other doesn't seem to be open.
Russ parks up in the village hall car park and we decide to explore the impressive 14th century St. John the Baptist Church. There's a sign outside proclaiming 'John's Cafe - every Wednesday from 12.30'. It's one o'clock and we go in.
We meet a long trestle table with some older villagers sat at it. A woman smiles and says "If you'd been here three quarters of an hour ago you could have had lunch!"
They offer us tea but we decline and have a look around the church.
A man tells us the pub opens when it feels like it during the day and at night it opens but is more like a posh restaurant than a pub. The woman says we should come on Friday morning when the church "does bacon sandwiches".
through a stained glass window
salt and pepper
May 10th 2017
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
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Friday, April 21, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
TULIPS AND PANSIES
Queens Park in Loughborough is an ideal place to walk when you're recovering from a heart attack. It's flat and each time you do a circuit you find new things in the old to look at and wonder, to instigate new stories, true and made up.
A man being taken for a stroll by his three Jack Russell dogs nods a greeting and is pulled on by. We pass again by the aviary and nod again.
A group of Italian adults are playing in the children's activity area. They missed the sign that insists that adults unaccompanied by children are not allowed in the playground.
a spliff in the park bandstand
tulips and pansies