Maryport pier has a collection of paving slabs which, if read together, make up a wonderful poem. I couldn’t photograph every slab, because some were too weathered or moss-covered, and the light was poor.
Here are some of the words, along with a couple of nearby memorial wreaths.
Hot sand singeing the soles of my feet.
Head spinning on Lambrini.
Dreaming of blue sheep.
Fat raindrops slap the pavement.
My head is a 1000 miles from here.
I was walking in South Wales recently and came upon this strange pub sign in the village of Ogmore.
Couldn’t resist a photograph.
The Pelican in her Piety.
What an odd name. Why call the pub after this particular bird? And why is she pious? Continue reading Odd pub signs: The Pelican in her Piety
Wastelands and hedges, gardens and parks, let’s cover every green space in cartons and bags, in plastic and paper, in wrappers from snack bars and unwanted packaging.
Dump it, junk it, don’t care. Rubbish, rubbish, everywhere.
Here are a collection of signs I found on the Jurassic Way, walking from Banbury to Chipping Warden.
Continue reading Signs on the Jurassic Way