This is a rough sketch drawn by my father(a war artist) during WW2 of the damage done by a V1 flying bomb on Winchester Court, Kensington Church street London.The drawing shows rescuers at work looking for survivors.We lived a short way behind the wrecked building. My father was standing in a shop doorway more or less centre of the picture when the bomb exploded. He was blown to the back of the shop by the blast but un-injured,unfortunately a poor soul inside the shop was killed by the plate glass window which had preceded him. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-3IF4eO8v8
The black pond in Wales. An impression of a haunt of mine in the eighties & nineties. A pond at the bottom of a hill with very little light getting through.surrounded by thick brambles,I spent hours clearing the area and dredging the pond.I expect it's all gone back to nature now and unseen.
Photograph from the sixties,Gee now twice the girth grey haired and short sighted,children coming up to their fiftieth birthdays,my beloved bike now worth twice as much as me. I think its called the halcyon days? Was all a big adventure and being old was 30.
60s picture of one of the front rooms in my house,this was the snug as it had been a pub prior to my buying it. For a while we kept it looking much like the original but soft furnishings gradually crept in.It's a bit difficult to relax on a hard bench unless you have a pint in your hand so goodbye snug,hello living room.