I go to Apple Day at Middle Farm with my friends every year, so we were gutted it was cancelled. I'm attempting to recreate it at home with a load of cider and apple cake. And apple bobbing.
Barcombe Mill, the seafront, the Chattri and London Eye – I love pretending to be a tourist.
These photos of the marina, undercliff and a random one from Warwickshire are from my La Sardina, with a little something extra from dodgy processing and scanning.
I went to Jack-in-the-Green in Hastings today. I’m not going to go into the history (it’s on the website if you’re interested) but it’s a May Day parade where a ‘Jack’ (the big tree-like thing with t
he flowers on top) is burnt to release the spirit of summer. It seemed to work, because right around the time the burning was due to happen, the sun came out. (We missed that bit, because we were in the pub.)
It was a lot of fun, in a Wickerman kind of way. There were some amazing costumes: people painted green; people covered in leaves and flowers; people wearing antlers and people dressed as chminey sweeps, oh and a women with an owl. An OWL!. We got flower garlands and were daubed with facepaint by a passing Morris woman.
There was also an enormous amount of booze flowing and a lot of drunk teenagers flirting with each other. Same as it ever was, same as it ever was. I love traditions like this – I don’t have a spiritual bone in my body, but there’s something nice about marking the changing seasons in a way that people have done for centuries.
Pictures spanning the last three months taken with my La Sardina: wassailing at Middle Farm In January and the Market diner at 4am afterwards, a walk on the Downs in February and sunny Brighton weekends in March.
The view from The Fox Goes Free, which I think is an excellent name for a pub.
I’m really disappointed with how most of these photos of Burning the Clocks have turned out…I didn’t take a tripod and just couldn’t seem to get my settings right. I didn’t manage to get any pictures of the actual burning either! It was a great evening thoug, and it felt like a fitting way to mark the shortest day.
I’ve just been horse racing at Plumpton with my mum and dad – I used to go every weekend with them when I was a kid so it brought back some memories. I also saw Jilly Gouldon, who was rumoured to be complaining about butter portions in the restaurant. Sent using BlackBerry?? from Orange
Lovely day and company as ever, but fairly unoriginal and uninspiring pictures. In my defense, I was half-cut on Sheppy Sweet cider…