52 Faces #4 Four Score Years And Ten

DSC_0564Meet Ernest. Ernest has always been known by most as Ernie and next week he will be 90 years old. Ernest lives on his own, eats 3 square meals a day and can, at times, be a cantankerous old sod. Ernest, is by his admission, one of the best drivers in the world and regularly proves this by driving to Tescos and back without killing anyone.

Like I said, most know him as Ernie, I on the other hand, know him as Grandad.

And, just for the record, negotiations are ongoing with regards to the car…

Happy birthday Grandad… (The scooter is coming that I can promise)




Manual 365/313 Don’t Panic! Don’t Panic!

No, this is not what you think it is, there will be no mention of the Hilump thing here tonight… Apart from that bit.

This blog is dedicated to Clive Dunn, AKA Grandad, AKA Lance-Corporal Jones who died a couple of days ago. An absolute genius of the latter part of the last century who cause me many a nose bubble laugh! Thank you and goodbye Sir!

Just in case you want to read a (slightly) better obituary you can find one here

DSC_1111-Edit-Edit.JPGTonight’s shot is from Bristol on Sunday, an old BBC camera that I very much doubt was used in the filming of Dads Army or Grandad but you never know!

If you haven’t watched it before the link for Dads Army on the BBC  website is here, I don’t know if it’ll work in countries other than the UK and youtube is charging to view episodes (I wonder how long that’s been a thing…) but I’m sure if you root a bit deeper into the internet you’ll find something and it’s well worth the search.


They Don’t Like It Up ‘Em Peeps!


Manual 356/15 Snooty Fairies and Banjos

There’s always something quite profound to invade a personal space with a camera. I still haven’t plucked up the courage to blatantly ask if it’s ok to take a strangers photo or just get the camera out and “click” It’s done no matter what dirty looks it brings. The internet assures me it will be fine and that 9 out of 10 won’t mind but it’s the one that kicks off that I’m worried about so it’s really nice when I’m given permission (admittedly by a family member) to do what ever on a stay over at theirs after a few (lots of) beers and a decent meal and they have retreated to bed.




My thanks to Sandra and Pete (2nd from the right) for their hospitality and general persona. I’m always here guys and I love you so much! (sorry for upsetting the dog)


Sub note… Mums knees! My mum (far right) with her brother, Pete (Uncle Mick was still a twinkle), Sister Jan and Mum and Dad (Eileen and Ernest) photo taken in 1957/8 just before they moved to Canada. Still miss you Nan! x