Do you begin and end your day with the world framed by a window or windscreen? Maybe it’s your own or perhaps it is the fingerprint smeared one of the bus or train. Do you run? Or cycle? Do you stare ahead, focussed on the point of horizon, enjoying the sensation of the landmarks flying past you? Or do you walk? Head dead ahead. Music sounding. Telephone chattering. Daydreaming.

Have you walked or driven the same route for as long as you can remember? Have you one day, for whatever reason, looked up and seen something that surprised you? A building above a shop perhaps? A blue plaque? A piece of graffiti impossibly high up? A flag. This blog is about what you can see when you tilt your chin and see a different view of your everyday world.

Look up.

You might enjoy it.

You might see something good.


Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Pleasure Flight Anyone?

Lewis and I went to the beach this Sunday just gone. It got to about half one in the afternoon and, as we were just bumbling around, decided to head to the seaside. It's still quite novel living about half an hour from the sea. When I lived back home with my parents going to the beach was a proper ordeal. You'd pack a picnic the night before, set the alarm and not come back until night had properly fallen. Here it's just something you can do quite happily on a whim. 

After a lovely amble along the shoreline with a cone of chips we began the long walk back to the car. As we ascended the stone steps up to the road running along the coast a tiny plane flew overhead. We both stopped and waited for it to get closer and in my over romantic heart I was hoping it was someone proposing or wishing a happy birthday. But no, it was just a bog standard advert for pleasure flights. How disappointing! 

Time at the bar

On the same walk today I noticed this derelict old pub on the corner. I've mentioned before about how sad it is that so many pubs are closing and unfortunately the problem is still escalating. It's such a sad sight seeing these buildings that were once cornerstones of a community boarded up and falling apart. Drink prices being driven higher and costly overheads are all part of the pub cultures downfall, and chains like Wetherspoon's and Yate's really don't help. I try to avoid these huge franchises but it's still tempting, as a pint has reached the £3.50 mark even out of London, to simply just drink at home. 

Shoes aloft

When I lived in Brighton this was a common sight. Anything high up, a telephone wire, piece of cable or tree branch was inevitably adorned with some unfortunate persons pair of shoes. I spotted this pair on a quiet road on my way from Colchester to neighbouring Stanway today. It made me remember my Brighton years and made me smile.