And here’s the final image of Adam, a sculpture at the Eden Project, shot back in Spring 2004.

There was a lot of construction work still happened at the Eden Project back in 2004. I loved these art plants that part screened the construction. Nice hard hat fruit.

Eden Project, 14th April 2004

Ah, my weekend reading is here.

Woe betide any pony that fails to perform to the expectations of Iris.

May not have thought relative mug and scanner positioning through properly…

My coffee mug being knocked by my film scanner

Wow. Early 2010s-era One Man & His Blog. In many ways, the “classic” era of the site…

One Man & His Blog in 2011

Something my daughters will never do…

A negative packet, with promos for Boots' reprints service

Spring appears to have arrived in our garden.

mp-photo-alt[]=mp-photo-alt[]=

10 Mothers’ Day without you, Mum. Still missing you.

Thought for the day:

Sign sayin that coffee and denial are coping strategies some days, outside Ginger & Dobbs in Shoreham-by-Sea

Just spent 8 hours in this room with a great bunch of journalists and communication pros, talking editorial analytics. I really enjoyed it. I hope they did, too.

The Southwark Room at The Bridge after a day's training.

Hello.

mp-photo-alt[]=

Beachscape with fisherman and detectorist

Sunday afternoon on Shoreham Beach

My daughters have very carefully, precisely and secretively placed 10p coins under their chairs. I love them, but sometimes they are very sinister.

Oh, dear. When did I enter that demographic?

Thanks, Facebook.

The “Revoke Article 50” petition is closing in on ¾ of a million, and gaining about 3k signatures per minute.

Joining the rest of my family in marking World Down Syndrome day:

Yay. My micro.blog Kickstarter stickers are here!

This makes me very nostalgic for an earlier era of Apple.

Rainbow Apple logo on the shutters of a shop in Islington, London

My new pride and joy

This is my new pride and joy.

A year or so a switch flipped in my head. The more I watched vegetable trimmings, teabags and coffee grounds go into our bin, the more bothered I became about it. Those were good resources, resources a damaged planet badly needs, and we were locking them away for centuries or more in capped landfill sites.

I hated it.

Our council doesn’t offer kitchen waste recycling, so the only option open to me was home composting. My wife took some persuading, but a few months ago, with agreement, I ordered myself a beehive composter, and for the last two weeks it’s been sitting in the back garden, happily accepting anything I throw its way.

Compost n00b

I’m a novice - I know I am. I’ve only had a composter once before, back when I lived in Lewisham. But the garden there was not what you’d call accessible. It was down two flights of stairs, once you were out of the front door - and then up another flight of stairs. And to get to those you had to escape the back door, which was heavily bolted. I always assumed it was that way due to break-ins before i moved in, but I never found out. But those bots sure as hell slowed me down.

Now, my new composter is just outside the back door, and there’s so much more fun to be had. (Yes, fun. Don’t @ me.)

There’s so much more to compost than there used to be. For example, Waitrose have just started sending their organic bananas out in compostable bags. Magazines are arriving in similar bags. Even my local coffee shop is providing compostable coffee cups and lids. In they all go.

Yes, this is fun. I’m looking forward to turning over the compost in a month or so. I’m looking forwards to watching how effective all these compostable materials are. I spend so much of my life in front of glowing screens, something like this is just such a refreshing change. And, let’s face it, with the state of the planet, every single change like this we make helps, just a little.

Deconstructed.

I had awesome wallpaper as a child. (That’s not me - it’s a school friend).

Stephen Kent in my childhood bedroom, with Star Wars wallpaper.

Mum & I, outside Stirling Castle, in the early 80s.

Storm sisters

The Tinworth sisters in Shoreham Beach.