Another from the archives this week, and yet more pussy porn. This is our Tilly cat when very young (probably about 12 weeks) shortly before she came to us from our next-door neighbours. Tilly is now over 2½ and a well-grown sturdy small peril.
One day last week we made a flying visit to Anthony Powell’s former home, The Chantry, to see his son John. And to make the reacquaintance of the resident cat, Jake — “that’s not a cat, that’s a tiger”; yes, although he’s very slim he’s a big cat. And he is very affectionate: he believes that everyone, especially visitors, is there for him to lay on — oh no, not on your lap but on your chest and shoulder; purring all the while like a Harley-Davidson! And I pity any poor piece of prey that encounters those claws, for they are very sharp. Here Jake is subduing Noreen.
This week another from the archives — actually taken many years ago.
Along with the the font, this wall painting (in the SE chapel) is one of the treasures of St Augustine, Brookland. The painting has been dated to the 13th century and depicts the martyrdom of Thomas Beckett in Canterbury Cathedral on 29 December 1170.
One from the archives this week. I spotted this some while back. This is the woodland burial park where my father (at the time) and subsequently also my mother are buried. My father would have been turning in his grave — which is only about 50m from this notice.
This week I bring you a really poor quality shot, but one for the record. n Saturday lunchtime we had a fox in the garden. This isn’t unheard of, even in daylight, but it isn’t something we see more than about once a year. But on this occasion Mr Reynard hung around for quite a while — maybe 15 minutes — sniffing around the garden and finding the odd tasty morsel which the starlings have missed. So I managed to get a few, not very good, photos. They’re poor partly because I was shooting through the study window, and the window is grimy hence the slight mistiness; but I knew if I opened the window this would be enough to scare the fox away.
This week it’s time for more pussy porn, so here’s Tilly the Cat again. She hates my printers; they have to be watched ans supervised:
“I must watch this rotten printer. I don’t trust it. It makes funny noises. I’m worried it’s turning into a hoover!”
This week another photograph from the archives. And this is a very old one, dating as it does from April 2001 when the Anthony Powell Society held its first ever conference in the Farrar Theatre at Eton College. This piano was resting quietly in the theatre foyer.
This week’s photograph is one from our garden. This is a magnificent Acer growing in a large tub on our patio — it is doing so well it is over 6 feet and we think has rooted through the pot and through the paving of the patio! But it is absolutely gorgeous, especially at this time of year when it has this wonderful golden/red leaves. The stems are naturally red all year and in Spring contrast with the delightful fresh pale green of the new leaves. This shot was taken about a week ago and is a composite of two frames.
Time this week for some pussy porn from the archives. Here’s Tilly doing her cute wriggle act back last Spring.
Today Dora, my mother, should be celebrating her 100th birthday. But sadly she died towards the end of May, thus missing out by just over four months. As a tribute, and as this week’s photographs, I thought we should have what are I think the first and last images I have of her.
As far as I know I don’t have any photos from Dora’s childhood (but I should scour the family albums again), so this first is of a self-portrait in oils she painted when she was about 21 (she couldn’t remember exactly when), could be the earliest I have.
