This is the alabaster tomb of James Montagu who was the Bishop of Bath and Wells between 1608 and 1616. The tomb is in Bath Abbey and Jimmy was another of those lifeless figures that stopped me and asked for a selfie. On returning home, I Googled James Montagu in order to discover something of the mildest interest to […]
We went to the Roman Baths at Bath last week. The rain forced me to leave my camera back at the hotel, but I still had my iPhone with me. As we walked around the museum this splendid bronze head of the goddess Sulis Minerva asked me to take a selfie. You can’t say no to a goddess.
This was taken in Sheffield in the early 1980s. I am not entirely sure where it is, but it is a street I must have walked down, a street I must have known.
This is a new scan of a negative I must have shot some thirty-seven years ago at a Yorkshire Miners’ Gala in Rotherham. It was a few months before the start of the miners’ strike, and there is Arthur Scargill pointing the way. Somehow it has turned itself into a sepia print – which is rather fitting perhaps.
Scarborough Harbour (September 2018) Taken from Scarborough Harbour, looking south. The magnificent facade of the Grand Hotel can just be seen in the background above the masts.
The driver and fireman of the Scarborough Spa Express at the end of the line, Scarborough Station. Just time for a quick chat and a bite to eat, and then it’s time to turn the engine around and head back west again.
Alesund, on the Norwegian coast, is famed for its beautiful harbour and its art nouveau architecture: art nouveau, art Norway.
There is an iconic photo from Newcastle or Liverpool or some such place in the 1930s showing an ocean liner at the bottom of a terraced street. This is the 21st Century equivalent.