Chrispin2

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Writer of words Baker of bread Player of guitar Father of two Husband to one

Picture shows a Victorian style mixer tap arrangement on a sink. The end on the taps look like eyes while the spout resembles a nose and the overflow from the sink looks like a surprised mouth.
Video shows the busy square outside Sheffield Town Hall. Drinks can be heard in the distance and from the right a procession of drummers followed by supporters of Palestine comet into view and fill the space.
Ridiculously cute rabbit eating a leaf among bluebells. Photo snapped at Llanbedrog, this morning.
A fluffy brown and yellow duckling swimming...
Fussy Pussy a large bearded man in shorts spends time fussing a cat in the street the cat loves it then suddenly hates it and runs off
A slender glass bottle contains the remains of a bouquet of pink carnations. Some of the stems are broken and one of the drying flowerheads is touching the mantelpiece on which the arrangement stands. To the left there is visible a section of a framed print. To the right is a piece of amethyst crystal.
They are perched like birds along the low brick wall outside Swann Morton a dozen blue-gowned hair-netted women smoking, eating sandwiches and crisps with skilled fingers which have this morning fashioned scalpels and derma-planes
I dreamed last night of Jean my friend's dead ex-wife together he and I reminisced She spoke softly with a gentle laugh in her voice and a sibilant ess I asked him why they had split up 'My incompetence,' he said I knew then that if my wife and I were ever to split that would also be my answer
On Raleigh Road a woman pulls up outside her house there is a black and white cat waiting on the pavement the car door opens and I hear the woman laughing 'Out you get, darling!' I turn to look 'She always does that,' says the woman, 'jumps on my lap when I open the door!'
I stop at the lights in Nether Edge on the pavement there's a man with his bike waiting to cross but he's distracted doesn't notice that the green man has come on when he does notice he does a little jump startled by the sudden need to cross he wheels his bike in front of me catches my eye and smiles sheepishly
Walking through Waitrose carpark I fall in love with a woman in a sleek black Astrakhan coat, her long blond hair a precision slash down her back She pushes a stroller with a child inside, presumably and a packet of wipes Then I enter the underpass and it's all over between us
A man in black slacks and a green T shirt gets out of his car beside me He has the word SECURITY printed across his shoulders For a moment I can relax
Boy on pedal bike Helmet on head Blue jacket Holds in his hand The plastic looped dipstick From a pot of bubbles Rides fast along the pavement Bubbles wobbling in the air - a trail behind him
At the bus-stop by the Cremorne a man bends to the small black cocker spaniel between his feet. The dog's tail beats a steady rhythm against the man's calves The dog's eyes search the man's face while the man trims untidy curls from the spaniel's ears with a pair of blue-handled kitchen scissors.
A blue sky with whispy white clouds over a row of terraced houses
A view of the Porter Brook from a little stone footbridge. The brook is quite full and there are a few white water eddies
A copy of the book Understorey by Anna Chapman Parker lying on my dining table. A book mark protrudes from the top.
A bowl of creamy mushroom soup with a garnish of parsley, next to a plate with 4 slices of toast. You wouldn't know from looking, but the toast is from a light rye and caraway seed loaf I made yesterday.
The Millennium Bridge in Newcastle is an elegantly curved pedestrian bridge over the Tyne with a sweeping support structure forming an eye-shaped structure. It is built so that it can rotate upwards, leaving space for ships to pass beneath, giving the bridge the name The Blinking Eye. The picture shows the bridge against an early evening sky with clouds reflecting a lowering sun and mirrored in the river beneath. The iconic Glasshouse is visible through the arc of the bridge.
A patchy clouded blue sky with tinges showing the beginnings of what promises to be a great sunset.
18000 children killed officially by Israelis. But we know that the reality is far worse
A Seeded half n half sourdough loaf, on a cooling rack. The loaf is golden brown and covered with sesame seeds
A loaf of dark homemade bread on a wooden breadboard, with two slices cut from the end. Golden linseed cover the top of the loaf and the cut slices show sunflower and sesame seeds.
A glass vase stands on a rush mat on a checkered table cloth. The base contains a bouquet of sweet peas in pastel pinks and purple, with green leafy stems. You can't see it in the picture but the scent is divine!
Bluebells in the woods
Ships don't sink because of the water around them. Ships sink because of the water that gets in them. Don't let what's happening around you get inside you and weigh you down.
A view across a residential valley showing a night sky and illuminated buildings. A car is parked by the ken and another a little easy further off had its headlamps on.
A hand-written sticker on a metal railing post reads 'I don't think I'll ever stop worrying about you' with a cartoon picture of a cat wearing a T-shirt beating a picture of a fish skeleton.
thick mud in the wood a walk in the afternoon then in the kitchen, mud Chris Baldwin
An old natural history book 'Exploring England' published 1948 is open at a page showing the beginning of Chapter Nine, illustrated with an engraving of a herring gull. The page is partially covered with a bookmark that reads 'NEWS - WRITING BOOKS IS EASY'.
A bit of about 6 with white blonde hair and a somewhat mischievous expression. Just in front of him to his right is the face of another boy with dark hair and a slightly worried look.
A text post that reads But I don't feel Christmassy... Yes you do No I don't Yes you do - this is always how you feel at Christmas. No it isn't Yes it is. You always feel tired, and stressed, and not ready, and disappointed. That is always what you feel like at Christmas, isn't it? Yes, but it isn't like Christmas was when I was a kid. But you aren't a kid anymore No I know Do you want to be a kid again No of course not, I just want to feel excited again, like I did then. So feeling Christmassy actually means that you feel nostalgic and slightly sad, and perhaps a sense of bereavement for simpler times. Yes. But that is how you feel. Well... So you are feeling Christmassy, it's just that Christmassy has changed. Am I not right? Yes, you ruined it
A monochrome lino print of honeysuckle blossoms being visited by a large hawk moth. Text caption reads: 'The plant always opens its blossoms first in the evening.'