Time, this week, for another round of pussy porn yawn.
Not a great shot, but at times like this it is a question of shoot and hope. AS you’ll all guess this was Tilly mid-sunbathe on the study windowsill.

Tilly Yawns
Greenford; September 2014
Another in my occasional series documenting some of the underbelly of Britain. Britain which we wouldn’t like visitors to see and which we wish wasn’t there. The trash, abused, decaying, destitute and otherwise buggered parts of our environment. Those parts which symbolise the current economic malaise; parts which, were the country flourishing, wouldn’t be there, would be better cared for, or made less inconvenient.
This is the walkway to the offices of one of our local solicitors! (Yes I was sitting in the safety of the car.)

This week’s photograph is one I took earlier in the summer. One? Well no actually it is four images because this is a montage of some excellent mosses growing on the top of a headstone at Churchill, Oxfordshire (just outside Chipping Norton) and from where I have ancestors in the 18th century.

This week an amusement. Spotted these “health and beauty” offers in my local Waitrose supermarket last Friday!
Following on the family history theme from the other day, this week’s photograph is another from our trip to Kent last week: a view of an English country churchyard. Specifically this is the churchyard of St Mildred’s, Tenterden and shows the headstone to my ggg-grandfather, Samuel Austen — that’s the large browner stone in the middle; it’s the back, so you can’t see the inscription.

This week we feature a photograph I took many years ago — somewhere around 2005-6. This is the church of St Mary in the Marsh, one of the delightful churches on the Romney Marsh. Children’s author Edith Nesbit is buried here and has a simple wooden grave marker in the churchyard near the south door.

This is from the break we had in Rye with our friend Katy and her three children, four years ago this week. OMG was it really that long ago!
There is sea kale growing in clumps like this everywhere across the shingle at Rye Harbour and on Dungeness. This was taken at Rye Harbour.

This week’s photo is just a silly diptych I made from a couple of boring shots taken in a restaurant earlier in the week.
The City of Westminster seems to have gone mad this year with their hanging baskets. Or maybe they are just especially splendid due to the warm, and slightly damp, summer. Whichever they are magnificent. This one was in Mount Street, Mayfair, but all are the same extravagant display.
