I am Anne. I live in Bristol with my husband Bill our grown up daughter Angela and two cats Heidi and Tilly. We also have four sons two daughter in laws and two grand children. I am a retired nurse. I started this website to give more information for visitors to the South West of England and South Wales. I already run a blog which has become quite popular. The Platinum Line
I love a blogging challenge and I am glad to be able to join this week’s Sunday stills photo challenge which is to illustrate a favourite Christmas carol or song. To be honest, I found it more difficult than I expected. I love white Christmas but we don’t have any snow yet nor could I find a red nosed reindeer pulling a sleigh or chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Continue reading “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas in Staple Hill”
Thursday Doors is a weekly feature that lets door lovers from around the world share pictures of the doors they have found and tell the stories behind them. For my entry this week I am taking you to Hereford, a small market town on the River Wye on the border between England and Wales.
Continue reading “The Black and White House in Hereford for Thursday doors”
Greenwich where time begins
The subject for Becky’s squares in October is the past. I have a history degree and I belong to a history walking group called “A walk in the Past” so I should have no difficulty coming up with suitable photos for the challenge .
Last weekend we visited Greenwich in London and a lot of our conversation was about the nature of time itself so I am choosing a past theme I missed “time”.
About 150,000 vehicles pass this huge mural in Bristol every day. It takes up the whole of the side of a house in Stapleton road and is overlooked by the Eastville roundabout of the M32. But who was DJ Derek and why did four of the leading local street artists come together to paint this mural? Continue reading “D.J. Derek mural Bristol #PPAC16”
Goats and a Walrus in the news
Last month we went on holiday to North Wales staying in the small seaside town of Llandudno. Like the rest of the U.K. Wales was in lockdown for much of last year. This meant hotels, bars, shops and restaurants were closed and tourists stayed away. A local graffiti artist was able to celebrate the effect this had on some of the wildlife by painting murals on one of the seafront shelters. I have been trying to spot lockdown art and was pleased to photograph these two murals.
This simple sculpture represents three burnt matchsticks
This sculpture which is part of the Portishead sculpture trail is called “when shall we three meet again” by the sculptor Robert Stuart Clamp. The quotation is of course from the witches scene in Macbeth. “
When shall we three meet again
In thunder lightning or in rain
when the hurlyburly’s done
when the battle’s lost and won
William Shakespeare
Continue reading “When shall we three meet again photographing public art challenge 10”
Here is a sneak preview of my entry for the September blogger’s challenge “what’s on your plate.”
Here is my first entry for the monthly what’s on your plate? foodie challenge run by Donna from retirement reflections and her friend Deb, the widow Badass. I am not a baker or a foodie but sometimes the story behind a meal can be as interesting as the recipe. (I hope so anyway). Continue reading “Wensleydale Cheese ploughman’s lunch”
“A nation that destroys its soils destroys itself. Forests are the lungs of our land, purifying the air and giving fresh strength to our people.”― Franklin D. Roosevelt
I belong to a local history walking group. This weekend we had a stroll through my home city of Bristol to discover Victorian Clifton. Medieval Bristol was a small city close to the river and like most cities it outgrew its walls.
“Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago” Warren Buffet
I love walking through the woods and trying to identify the trees. Last week I went on an organised tree walk to our local park, Oldbury Court and we were able to discover the evolution of the landscape through the trees.
The South West Rambler 