the adlards

I know, I know, I haven’t written for ages. Two whole days …

I found myself today, while walking through Richmond Park with Mark, Anne and Daniel (and the Three), noticing a perfectly ordinary thistle by the side of the path and thinking …

No more tipping potties out seruptitiously under public benches – we have a potette! …

New pics in the gallery. Heather visited Kew to see the glass sculptures during the week with Phoe and Nin. Just one pic in the gallery – there are many more on Kew’s website. Phenomenal stuff … Everyone’s safely back home as of yesterday. The Three drove to Richmond to pick up Heather yesterday. Potty […]

I was crossing the Strand outside Pret having had a quiet sandwich with a friend when the Red Arrows rocketed overhead straight down Fleet Street towards Trafalgar Square …

On the way home today we saw a car that must have been driven by very small people because the roof was so low they only had about an inch of window space to see through …

This is my favourite place in all the world today. I’m sitting outside on the grass next to a roaring fire in what’s become a balmy summer evening …

My oldest friend, Tim, previously mentioned in connection with the excellent advice he gave in relation to the “Monsters in the Bathroom” problem has apparently always wanted to put himself through his paces in a powerful coupe. He promised me pictures of his tussle with an M3, and they’ve arrived, reproduced above. When he’s not […]