Nestled in a fairly nondescript area on the north-westerly drag out of Worcester sits one of the most iconic 1930s buildings in the city: a towering symmetrical red brick monster called Northwick. Appearing from virtually out of nowhere, it can catch the unsuspecting motorist by surprise, surrounded by a patchwork of different period houses […]Read more "Northern Neon Lights"
Families gently file into the auditorium. Some have small toddlers, uneasily making their way into the semi darkness, others stride confidently in armed with popcorn and juice boxes. Groups of friends meet in the adjoining cafe, eagerly awaiting delivery of a hot beverage before finding their seats. It’s just a normal Saturday matinee at Worcestershire’s best […]Read more "A Trip to the Talkies"
A short walk from our home on the boundaries of the prestigious Malvern College campus stands the Preston School of Science. Designed by Hubbard and constructed in 1938, it brought the colleges facilities right up to date, catering for the modern science scholar. A fairly unsympathetic extension was added to the rear in the 1960s and this […]Read more "Missing in Action"
It’s a dull overcast day with occasional light drizzle and I’m zipping through the backstreets of Malvern about to commence my latest project; a photographic record of 1930s modernist buildings of Worcestershire (catchy title i know, but it still needs some work). Clearly I couldn’t have picked less appropriate weather to get busy with the […]Read more "Somers Park Road"
I’m a bit of a classic car fanatic and make no apologies for it. I’ve always found the sensuous curves and roaring fume-belching engines of mid-century sports cars totally intoxicating. Its a hereditary trait that I’ve picked up from my eccentric father, now well into his 70s, who spends practically every waking moment battling with old wrecks in his […]Read more "Airfield Activities – Flywheel 2016"
So the conversation might go a little something like this.. “Darling?” “Yes dear” “You’re not working this weekend are you darling?” “No dear” “Why don’t we go out for a picnic on Sunday? You know how much Dorothy loves to dine alfresco, and I’m worried about Beatrice, she spends far too much time playing in […]Read more "The lost art of the family picnic"
Last month our annual family holiday led us to the Gironde region of France, specifically the windswept Atlantic west coast just North of Bordeaux. It’s a well known haunt for surfers, but also has endless sandy beaches, and thus was the perfect location to crack on with some serious sandcastle construction. Thankfully we were able to slot some […]Read more "Amoungst les vignes"