And here's Mr Hickman in his studio creating another piece for an upcoming London exhibition. Oh I say, no doubt it will sell for a tidy sum to keep the wolf from the door.
I just love calling in for a natter and potential snappage although at the time of writing Tom has the flue or some such ghastly bug.
Tom the artist of this parish dancing to his garden to help the growing process. Never know someone with such green fingers. His garden is wonderfully lush and productive despite overlooking the sea.
That's his lovely studio behind his wonderful "Scottish home of the year 2022" house. Visits to the studio can be arranged.
The snap was taken on Foma 200 pushed to 800 in Rodinal [a mistake!! ]
Hoping to see nephew, partner and baybi somewhere in Yorkshire.
Hoping for mild dry weather too.
back in the day when I had the energy and drive to wet-print. A fine example of my ouvre - what ever that was.
From down on t'croft the other day. A selection of small bouncy beasts exploring an unfamiliar place. Not sure what there were doing there to be honest but I snapped them up all the same.
There is such a place. There's also New Tolsta which is confusingly north of North Tolsta. Oh and Glen Tolsta which is south of north tolsta on the way in from Stornoway. Our "Man who does" lives there. The snap is of a part of the village I rarely visit but see often.
There you are, Sam [right] and Tom. At the 'other' croft resting after planting trees and digging.
We, that's when Eve and I came across them on a little bike ride so paused to pass the time of day.
There's Tom and Eve sat sitting and everything. I was snip snapping at this time and goodness knows what Sam was up to.
Whilst I was strolling through the village listening to the cuckoo and assorted other flappy things, a lawn mower coughed into life and shattered the blissful sounds.
Eve on the other hand has cycled down to the community polycrub to throw water about and sing a song to the peas about growing big and fat. It's a lovely song and I'll get Eve to record it and I'll post it here [in your dreams].
The snap was taken THEN not now. It's on film from a little plastic camera.
Oh and don't forget the Giro D'Italia is happening now. As you might imagine, they are in Bulgaaria atm.
When I was young and lived in Bath, Somerset I remember going along to Victoria park and seeing these old people playing bowls. Now aged 70, here I am.
The only trouble here is that it still has a biting cold breeze despite the sun. However, Eve and I played o'er on another island yesterday - and indoors.
We may have booked a trip to Glasgow later in the year. There's a big cyclo-cross being held there and I am hoping to sample the bier and frite they usually have on sale at such events. Hopefully there will be a great atmosphere as there is at events over the water in that there foreign.
Here's a snap from a road race in Englandshire some years back. It was cold I recall.
For some reason the sun has been shining. I managed a short game of bowls and two [albeit short]bike rides since we last spoke and I feel quite good for a change. I might even "push the boat" out and play a game of bowls next week on an adjacent isle where there is a cafe next door.
The tourists are around the island now, campervans and all. As it happens the main ferry to Lewis is less than perfect atm restricting it's carrying capacity. [saddish face 😆].
Give me a moment while I search for my mojo which I seem to have lost down the back of the settee.
