Harry Bullock
A spare half hour on a greyish Sunday morning and, dangerously, I am in the vicinity of a boot fair. … Continue reading Harry Bullock
Tag: photographs
The Merry Ploughman
Deepest darkest Suffolk, and a bric-a-brac market! Despite the eye-watering prices, there are still treasures to be found. Two postcards … Continue reading The Merry Ploughman
Surplus to Requirements
One of the unexpected perks of having older children is that, increasingly, I am surplus to requirements. Today I am … Continue reading Surplus to Requirements
Vanishing Points
A friend, a true wandering minstrel, travels around Europe on his bike with a guitar strapped to his back. He … Continue reading Vanishing Points
Ethel and the Man in the Shabby Suit
It is a bitter cold day and I find myself in the Saturday market, rummaging through the bric-a-brac stalls, looking … Continue reading Ethel and the Man in the Shabby Suit
A Field for All Seasons
It was a day for old friends. I met up with a former colleague outside the office where we had … Continue reading A Field for All Seasons
Beano
Rummaging on the Saturday market bric-a-brac stall I happened upon a biscuit tin of photos and postcards and riffled through, … Continue reading Beano
Behind the Sky 