Friday, 24 February 2017


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You will need to enlarge this photo to see what I'm talking about.

The tiny island of Formentera used to be one of my favourite holiday destinations. Very few people knew it existed, and it wasn't easy to reach. If I was looking for peace and quiet in a spectacular location; it was where I went.

Everyone knows of Majorca, Minorca, and Ibiza, but the tiny island of Formentera, to the south of Ibiza, remained a semi-secret.

In the days when I visited, the small bay (above) of Cala Sahona was almost deserted, and the restaurant on the right (with red roof) was no more than a shaded shack with a simple barbecue. Even in the height of summer there were rarely more than a dozen people on the beach.

Now I notice that the beach is littered with parasols, there's hardly room to move, and the small hostel where I used to stay, has since become a large fancy hotel.

The King of Spain used to moor his yacht in the bay, and swim in the crystal clear waters. But these days I expect the smell of Ambre Solaire is overwhelming, and no doubt Pedalos make swimming hazardous.

It's rather saddening to see how much it's changed and become just another package holiday destination; it used to be quite special.

On one of my trips I built quite a large tumulus (or Cairn) on the rocky cliffs overlooking the sea to the right of the picture. It took me two weeks of hard graft to build it; I wonder if it's still there?

Thursday, 23 February 2017

Looks like a nice boy!

                              The Muslim convert changed his name from Ronald Fiddler to Jamal Udeen al-Harith in 1994, before fighting for ISIS under the new name Abu Zakariya al-Britani

As we all know, every single prisoner at Guantanamo Bay was totally innocent; Tony Blair told me!

That, of course, included the charming Jamal Udeen al-Harith (above) who was so innocent that kind Tony Blair gave him A MILLION POUNDS as some compensation for his wrongful incarceration.

One might have thought that Mr al-Harith was set-up for life, but no; his life of innocence was not over, and he decided to head for Iraq to become a suicide bomber.

I do hope that the government will now ask for the money back. I can think of far better things to do with a million quid than to sponsor terrorists (albeit innocent ones).

What a bloody waste, and what a bloody fool (Blair).

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Puériculture (child rearing).

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I can accept almost every whim to do with the raising of babies/children, but these two examples drive me to despair.

I don't know what it is about babies with ridiculously yukky headbands, or kids attached to reins, but to me they seem like child abuse. NO, NO, NO.

They both make me want to SCREAM.

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Quilt. A question of origin.

This is the central motif of an old Patchwork Quilt I bought from an antique shop, way back in the 1970's; I can't remember quite why I bothered to paint it.

When I bought the quilt I was told that it was American. Can one tell by the pattern?

The rest of the quilt is standard mixed squares of different materials.

As you can probably see, the watercolour is unfinished; the right hand half was actually the same as the left. I can't show the actual quilt as it's 'mothballed' in a loft in England.

Any info' would be gratefully received.

Monday, 20 February 2017

My pal Bok.

Sometimes when I look into his eyes, nothing else in the world matters.

Trump can build his walls, Corbyn can dream of Lenin, and LePen can jump off the Eiffel Tower. I couldn't give a monkeys'.

It's easy to think of dogs as just four legs, a nose, and a bottomless stomach, but they are very complex creatures. I'm sure that Bok understands that he's not one of us humans, but he knows his job and shows utter devotion to his extended 'pack'.

I was sitting with him yesterday morning, just before I took his photo, and I could feel a really strong relationship between us; stronger even that one might have with direct family. He looks at me with total confidence, and knows that, come what may, we'll make sure he's well looked after.

He's been in heaven with the boys here; they adore him too.

It'd be interesting to know exactly what goes on inside his head; but maybe not.

Better to remain 'Canine mystique'.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Beautiful Villeréal.

I went into Villeréal, yesterday, to take photos of their amazing covered market building, but I'd forgotten that Saturday has been their market day since about 1265.

Anyway this is the best I could do. There were simply too many people about to take decent photos.

The covered market 'Halle' is unusual as it has two levels; hence the staircase. I hope  you can get some idea of its splendour.

There were also some rather nice old shop fronts in town.

I'll go again and take some better snaps another day. This (below) is what I was hoping to photograph.

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Saturday, 18 February 2017

Boo Boo; painter.

Already working on the portfolio for his application to The Royal College of Art.

Looks good to me!

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