Olympus compacts seemed to have been like London buses for a while round our way. No sooner had I caught the XA2 than it was closely followed by a Trip 35 at the same charity sh...
Love them or hate them, and personally I love them, charity shops (read thrift stores or op shops if you will) have become a ubiquitous feature of most high streets. At their pr...
Cutting a channel through the chalk of the North Downs from its source near Sevenoaks to where it joins the Thames near Dartford is the River Darent. Retaining the river’s...
Strange thoughts occur to me sometimes when travelling on trains. I happened to be passing through Nunhead on one earlier this year it struck me that I hadn’t yet visited ...
London's Chinatown probably needs no introduction, it must be on the to do list of every tourist. But go there in the morning, as early as possible, and it presents a different ...
In early December I spent a few hours over the course of a couple of days attempting to take shots inside Greenwich Market. As the result of a comment to my last post asking if ...
In 1977 I was working on secondment at an office on Euston Road in London. I had recently upgraded to a Minolta SRT 303b and happening to see an invitation for entries to a phot...
One of my childhood memories is of family days out discovering different parts of London by bus in the late fifties and early sixties. Sometimes my father had a particular desti...