Caravans

Many years ago the thought of a caravan made me unwell. The idea of going to a caravan park and hanging round with same people year after year was not attractive.
Times change, I now see great beauty in some of the older more humble caravans. I would love to have one for the backyard.
I wish I could remember where I took the top pic of the green one. I've never seen another like it. The bottom pic was at Birdlings flat around about 1986. I enjoy the shape and tiny windows. Note the cars in the background, not a single Japanese model among them

Decoration

This is a prototype for a range of Christmas decorations I'm thinking of producing.
We were looking after our friends house over the holidays. This was the perfect time to road test this gorgeous creation. It was hanging for at least five weeks before it was 'discovered'. There was a huge amount of squealing and repulsive horror as it was plucked from the back of the Christmas tree.
Councelling maybe required. It was not put away with the many treasured heirloom decorations. There were mumblings about festering and contamination. It now hangs proudly among the daily school notices and other domestic emphora.
To discust and revolt is the reason blokes exist.

Christmas Eve Dinner

What a magnificent spectacle, a water wheel driving a spit roast. The heat from this fiendish roaster was intense and mouth watering. This was a really enjoyable, community dinner in the Far North at Ninety Mile Beach

Deer

A few snaps of Deer from over the years. Controlling wildlife is important to some people.
Would we be more repulsed if the deer were mounted in the pose they died just before their corpes were dragged into the taxidermists' workshop. I think it may not look so macho if the head was drooping with the tongue flopping out and oozing blood.

Wooley Christmas

The amount of skill, patience and love that go into hand knitting this amazing scene stuns me.
There's something about the simplicty of detail that reminds me of a very pixelated digital photo.
I hear rumours there is a huge resurgence in people taking up knitting and taking it to exciting new directions.

Christmas

Op shops, especially those directly connected to a church are totally irresistable. I feel drawn to them. There maybe some bargins, There are always visual treats. This one is in Oxford

Spike & Albert

Dear friends recently tragically, lost their beloved guinea pigs, Spike and Albert. The suspect is a small dog that most likely got into their cage and abducted them. The death of a pet is utterly taumatic. I felt great sorrow on a numerous levels. I had nick named them Nibbles and Timmy. Timmy was the name of my guinea pig when I was was a kid. Nibbles was named after a hampster on a popular cartoon sitcom.
The above pic is one I took when we were blessed with looking after them for a wee while. a wee while ago.
Much pleasure can be obtained just watching animals going about their daily existence.
Rest in peace, Spike and Albert.