baker's arms

In the summer of 2010 I walked the length of Scotland from Jedburgh to John O'Groats. While walking along a quiet roadside one day I fell into pace with a sprightly elderly gentleman. We got chatting and he asked where I was from and it turned out that many years ago he had lived in Leyton and drank in The Baker's Arms Pub. We had a good old blether and I mentioned that the pub had recently become a betting shop. Three years on I thought of our meeting while passing the old pub building on the bus, wondering about the coincidence that me and him should meet that day, walk together for a while and find common ground. I do enjoy these unexpected and random connections between the past and the present, myself and another.

cherry blossom

Had a nice moment with a stranger yesterday, walking towards each other we were both gazing at a row of cherry trees bursting with white blossom. As we passed she said, 'Its beautiful' and we smiled like old friends. 

Today, I went back to photograph the trees and a man waiting at a bus stop began to chat, 'They are cherry trees, they can be pink, white, yellow, all colours'. He was happy too, and we expressed our delight. He told me to enjoy them and we gave each other a thumbs up as we said bye. Joys of spring.

norway

Rain, snow, sun and this song in my head. Here are the incredible blues of a sunny saturday spent in Flekkerøy. Happy 40th Marianne.

House that became a landmark for me

Waymarker in the woods

Clear water

Marianne