space hardware

I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long
People ask when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill
I don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl.

Surely some of the best lyrics ever written. I could listen to this song every day and twice on Sundays.

October

decorating. baking. climbing. sleeping. building. splashing. growing. 

a love story.

33 years ago a boy met a girl, they were 17, there was a spark. Then the boy married another girl and the girl married another boy and they lost touch. Once a decade or so they would bump into each other, the spark still there, but tragically one or the other of them was always married to someone else. Over the years the girl (who had grown into a woman) moved 500 miles north and the boy (who had grown into a man) moved (more or less) 9000 miles south east. Then one day, despite her living in the north of Scotland and he living in Australia  each decided to attend a gliding event (for they had both taken up gliding, as you do) in the south of England. And finally, for the first time in 30 years, Julie and Andy found themselves in the same place, at the same time, each single, each still starry eyed for the other. 

I don't often repost weddings we have shot here but I thought that this was a love story you might be interested in. Sometimes Mondays need a real love story. 

(see the rest of the wedding over here) 

Plan F

Every so often we talk about a career change,for wayyyyy in the future one day. Nye's mum think that we should open a vegetarian restaurant in their village in France. Because the French are famously receptive to both vegetarianism and British cooking. 

lest we forget.

The First Two Minute Silence in London:  

The first stroke of eleven produced a magical effect.  

The tram cars glided into stillness, motors ceased to cough and fume, and stopped dead, and the mighty-limbed dray horses hunched back upon their loads and stopped also, seeming to do it of their own volition.  

Someone took off his hat, and with a nervous hesitancy the rest of the men bowed their heads also. Here and there an old soldier could be detected slipping unconsciously into the posture of 'attention'. An elderly woman, not far away, wiped her eyes, and the man beside her looked white and stern. Everyone stood very still ... The hush deepened. It had spread over the whole city and become so pronounced as to impress one with a sense of audibility. It was a silence which was almost pain ... And the spirit of memory brooded over it all.  

From the Manchester Guardian, 12th November 1919.

photo by liz rusby

OMG

It was touch and go but we did it. 

phases.

"Mortification, taken in slow motion, has phases: First you think you are going to die. Then when you realize that you are not, you wish somebody would kill you" 

Safari Mama, writing on A Practical Wedding.

So. Damn. True.  

*picture by Ready Salted.