Down & Out

When the weekend offered up the rare prospect of sunshine I jumped straight on a train to Eastbourne to take in what is, arguably, one of the most spectacular parts of southern England: the rolling South Downs region of Sussex.

The short, sharp walk from Eastbourne takes you to the top of Beachy Head, a location that ranks alongside the Golden Gate Bridge and Aokigahara Woods as one of the world's "top" beauty spots. Red-shirted chaplains patrol the top of the cliffs in the hope of talking down potential jumpers. You can't help but feel moved by the makeshift memorials that dot the cliff edge, the stark whiteness of the chalk somehow seems appropriate.

Cautiously peering over the edge of the cliff brings a fleeting thrill of danger, but I'm happier maintaining a healthy distance from the void. In fact, I'm much happier at sea level generally - heights aren't really my thing. But there is, undeniably, something inspirational about peering out across the English Channel, looking down on the endless waves crashing onto the shingle beach far below; a chance to catch a glimmer of wilderness on the crowded south coast.

The Negotiation Limerick File

Sad news today with the passing of the Beastie Boys' Adam Yauch (aka MCA). The Beasties were one of the few international acts that made the trek down to Tasmania back when I was a student in the late 90s.

Here is one of their finest moments - Sabotage, the film clip that inspired many a fancy dress party.

Voters' Rights

There are many things I love about the UK - politicians are not one of them. All of which makes it very difficult when it comes time to exercise your democratic right to vote. Today presented such an opportunity as the folks of London got to vote for the next mayor.

But given the fact that this effectively means making a choice between Ken "Gollum" Livingston or Boris "Wurzel Gummidge" Johnson, it feels less like a democratic right than a trip to the dentist. Which is to say that both candidates leave me pretty cold.

However, when it came down to it I felt that not voting would take away my right to complain for the next five years. In the end I did cast a vote, though not for either of the leading candidates.

So now it's time to sit back and enjoy the outcome of the electoral race (to the bottom).

Not A Hollywood Ending

Gravesend isn't the kind of place you would typically associate with Hollywood, not helped by the fact that the town's name sounds like a destination that you really don't want to get to in a hurry. But dig a little deeper and you discover something very interesting lurking in Gravesend's history.


In the graveyard of St George's church Gravesend is a statue memorialising one of America's great historical figures - Pocahontas. Her true life story was more tragic than the cartoon version would suggest.


The Disney version ends with Pocahontas stopping the execution of the British settler John Smith in 17th century America. Less well known is that Pocahontas converted to Christianity and subsequently married John Rolfe, founder of Virginia's first tobacco plantation, in 1614. Pocahontas enjoyed great celebrity during a visit to England in 1616, culminating in a reception at the Court of King James.

During the return voyage to Virginia in 1617 Pocahontas was taken ill and died, far from home, while her ship was anchored off Gravesend. Her final resting place is unknown but is thought to be somewhere in the grounds of St George's.


Which makes her full life story much more interesting than Disney's take if, admittedly, a little less family friendly.

Arrivals and Departures

Starting a blog presents an obvious difficulty - what to write? The more I thought about what I wanted to write, the more it dawned on me that I am constantly thinking about my next journey - to "sling your hook" is to pick up your life and travel to another place.

Most of the time I'll use my camera as a way of guiding me to places and things that I find interesting. Architecture will provide the inspiration for much of what I write about, especially those overgrown and slightly threatening vacant spaces between all the shiny new buildings.

I also enjoy wandering around recording random things that catch my eye. So expect a healthy smattering of everything from the downright incongruous (things I find in charity shops) through to the obvious and everyday (street signs).

So the very loose thread holding together this blog is the theme of "arrivals and departures" - life's ultimate journey! But it will more likely end up being a collection of totally unrelated items arranged in some kind of order.




Charity shop treasure: my trusty Super Viewer 3-D



Matching images of Makkak and Medina