Porthleven, Cornwall
The Bickford-Smith Institute and harbour. Boat, boat, another boat, boat, boat, you get the picture!
The Bickford-Smith Institute and harbour. Boat, boat, another boat, boat, boat, you get the picture!
Please note that only little girls and Victorian gentlemen may micturate at the Cornwall Services

Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across Luke Jerram’s Museum of the moon again. This time… in a museum!
National History Museum
Trump crash lands in Brighton. City devastated at the fatality.
This ridiculously windy spot at the base of Castle Hill nature reserve, marks the spot where Standean bottom meets Falmer bottom meets Balsdean bottom.
We have to find small pleasures where we can.
A busy afternoon in Queens Park, Brighton as Luke Jerram’s Museum of the moon lands on the pond. Sooo cool!
If only the 19th century Old Operating Theatre wasn’t sound proofed, someone may have heard the screams of the ghostly un-anesthetised female patients sooner. Then this little gem wouldn’t have lain hidden in a church attic, lost, alone and probably a bit stinky, for almost 100 years.
Well worth a visit, particularly for the talks, beware… there will be gorey details! Hand washing optional.
Did you know that 30mph winds whipping your ankles on the open air viewing deck of London’s Shard, can induce spontaneous anxiety-fueled sketching…
The bluest skies you’ve ever seen in Saltdean.
Window seat. Comfy chair. Coffee. Cake. Pen. Paint. Job Done! St Paul’s Cathedral from the Tate Modern.