Who knew it would be this long since I last posted something, this shot is a drone shot heading towards the sunrise at Wells beach, which someone told me was not permitted. Well i’ll tell you something Daddio, no one tells me where I can and can’t fly… apart form the military, and the police and the civil aviation authority, so actually a few people, the key is to get up early, get it flown and do one. Like a cat burglar I steal the shots. So this weekend I walked 9 miles to a new pub with an old friend, a real tonic for the week I’ve. had, trying to set up my web site, fighting against the company bureaucracy involved with getting my puncture repaired and not getting my two front tyres changed too, but at a slightly later date due to my weekend activities depending on my car being with me. But in my 4 hours wait for the recovery company, and then my 3 hour stay in Worcester town, waiting for authorisation to come through from the leasing company, I managed to confuse myself even further with my web site, enjoy a very fine coffee in a new favourite coffee shop and wander around the old library in Worcester which is now a museum and art gallery with a small Banksy exhibition along side dinosaur footprints fossilised in large lumps of rock, as well as large lumps of rock, a massive stuffed sturgeon, a rather shabby emeperor penguin  and a selection of old outfits on manequin figures in sometimes surprising poses. I took a few shots but now my phone isn’t speaking to my laptop via the cloud and so it’s tough tits I’m afraid. The more cogs there are in the machine the harder it seems the machine has to work to achieve its outcome. I think this might be a metaphor for my working life at the moment, and I think I’m probably a cog somewhere thwarted by the larger cogs somewhere else which don’t fit together making daily tasks more irritating, trickle down industry, when the top noshes up all the stuff and we’re left with the dregs to continue to do our thang. Bad metaphor; probably I’d liken the direction of the company I’m working with as to be hurtling down some sort of scree slope, with a pond or cliff edge or soft cushiony type meadow which would be a nice redundancy pay out or more than  likely a kick in the balls. 

If I can find the Banksy stuff I’ll post it.

This week should be a little better I think, count to 10 and try again…