England

Rose Garden, Fort Cumberland, Southsea.

Catching up on some paperwork (365: 154) — Life caught up with me today. An afternoon nap turned into the best part of a three-hour sleep. June and an instant reminder of why I love having the sofa bed in the garden. Probably time to start sleeping out again too.

Gary before ‘nap time.’

Shopping … delivered. It took another 15 years for this idea to catch on in Springfield.

Out of inspiration and time (365: 153) — Temporary lull on the ideas front, I’d better start looking for mini challenges. I haven’t checked in weeks.

Faux Puss (365: 152) — Ah! Mr. Bond…

Mopping the floor – Isn’t this how everyone mops the floor? Getting rid of the dust after the new front door was installed.

New Door (365: 151) — A new front door and windows were fitted today – I couldn’t miss the opportunity. Fantastic light.

New Door — A new front door and windows were fitted today. Here are the before and after pictures. 5

Targeted Maleshot (365:150) — Hmmm, someone’s been giving away my age. I received a survey from ‘Age Concern’ the other week. Oh, how my family laughed.

My Love (365: 149) — I am addicted, I cannot get enough, I’m losing sleep, but I keep on coming back. It’s wonderful. Oh Flickr!

Sunday Reading (365: 148).

A solution for my back problem.

Abnormal Behaviour. Not really. I vacuum and fluff up the couches every week.

Selesy Avenue — looking west.

Smile.

Worsley Street — Looking east.

Adair Road — Looking north from the southern end.

Too blue — It used to be white, and I have a vague memory that it was included in some sailing guides as a “white house, Conspic.” St. George’s Road, Eastney.

The view from below (365: 147) — I’ve done something to my back so I can’t sit down right now (well, I can, but if I do it takes me about 30 minutes to get back up again), so, doing press-ups naked off the edge of the decking over the camera was probably not a good idea.

African daisy — Osteospermum, commonly known as African daisy.

My home city (365: 146) — I was born in Portsmouth; we moved away when I was eighteen months old and returned when I was sixteen. Portsmouth is mainly built on an Island; surrounded by the Solent to the South, Langstone Harbour to the East, Portsmouth Harbour to the West, and Ports Creek, an almost dried up creek at low water to the North.

View from Portsdown Hill — This is the view over Portsmouth from Portsdown Hill, with the English Channel, Solent, and Isle of Wight in the background.

View from Portsdown Hill — This is the view over Portsmouth from Portsdown Hill, with the English Channel, Solent, and Isle of Wight in the background. 2

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