Bill Bailey's Looking Ruff & Other Stories

It's been a month since I last posted here. What can I say? I've watched a lot of the Tour de France, turned 46, been for some walks with the camera and occasionally friends, represented union members, failed to find anyone willing to fix my house, and marked many, many essays while also wondering where all the others have got to. I've read a few books too, almost as many as I've bought, though not as many as I'd like. I've developed no new opinions since the last time: recent events cultural, political and social merely reinforce my bitter, crabbed view of the world. On the plus side, I know of two new final-year students, pretty much doubling our intake for next year (yes it is that bad: thanks Gove, Williamson and Conservative voters!). 

So rather than bore you with all that, here are some of the photos I've taken in various places recently. You can see the rest here. 

Cardington Church

Cardington gravestone

Bill Bailey's looking ruff

Oats

Continuity of perspective

Rain sweeping in over the Shropshire plain

The Lawley and the Wrekin from Caer Caradoc

Same again but with an 11-16 lens

Don't blink

An ice house in Badger

Hymn books in Badger Church

Wind

Non-holiday snaps

After almost a couple of years not picking up the camera (damn you, pandemic), I've been wandering around a bit more and thought you might like to see some. You can see even more here. 

First up, I went to a family wedding in Chichester – the furthest south in the UK I've ever been. Being in a crowd for the first time in ages was surprisingly weird, especially as it was largely made up of relations who for some reason expected an emotional response. I guess they'd forgotten that I was socially-distant long before it was fashionable. 

The Cathedral Peregrines!

St Richard…or Nosferatu?

Me, giving a lecture

I've also been wandering my local area again, spotting quiet areas I've not paid much attention to including - like a teenage goth - a disused cemetery near me.