The white cliffs of Dover

Another out-of-London escape! This time, off Mr Handsome and me went to the ferry port of Dover, in South East England and started our hike around the countryside with London-based hiking group Trailblazers. Its the narrowest part of the English Channel there and we saw a bit of France in the distance! The very first person to swim the English Channel was in 1875. It took almost 22 hours. We saw the spot where frenchman (sore topic there) Louis Bleriot's successful 37-minute flight over the Channel landed in 1909 and won him £1000. We saw ginger afro's and chalk grafitti. We saw idle seagulls and wild horses. Grey bebble beaches and  yellow rapeseed fields. And like any respectable British hike, we ended it off with a pub lunch and a game of darts.

Watching, walking, waiting

Grey stained buildings and stained glass. Secretive couples and Union Jacks. Cathedral husks and secretive town squares. Breathtaking musems and aluminium fortresses. Just another day walking around London in the rain.

So excited I could pee, it's the Queen's Jubilee

Noticed that phrase on a tea towel the other day, which sums it all up really! A weekend of events, street parties, union jacks and Pimms to celebrate Queen Elizabeth's 60 years of reign. Rain or shine, or rain again, should be fun! Will probably involve more tea than Pimms though, if this charming weather has anything to do with it..

The Other Art Fair

Damn, I'v been bad with this blog of late. Too many photos, too little processing time. But better late than never I guess. Had a good gander at some inspiring artwork at The Other Art Fair a few weeks back. I came across Paper skulls and plastic peacocks from discarded material, gigantic totem eagles drawn with ballpoint pens, blotted ink swimmers, delicately folded sculptures from found magazines, haunting faceless portraits with a crackling veneer, ceramics with star constellations on them, canvases from cardboard fruit boxes, and a girl whose paintbrush is a typewriter. Too much of rad.