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On a misty morning the webs had collected droplets of dew. As I write this we have had 45 hours or relentless rain. It has over-topped the rain gauge 2 mornings in a row (rain gauge is 200mm - 8 inches) and I'm getting worn down by the audio assault of water hitting the aluminium tin can in which I dwell. My land is between 2 and 4 inches deep in water running off the hillsides above me and the electricity has gone off. Scully turned up sometime yesterday and I didn't hear her imprecations to be let in over the drumming of rain on metal. (She whimpers - doesn't bark.) I only discovered her hiding under the caravan when I opened the door to retrieve a bucket. We need a break and this is forecast to go on through tomorrow. src="

Little India and a Quiz

Deepavali 2023 is 12 November.... Little India is 2 stops on the MRT (mass rapid transit) beyond my apartment on the way home from work. I'm made up. Tigger would have loved it from the deck of his carriage. So much colour. So much good food. So much unpackaged, choose your own, buy as much or as little as you need/can afford. Garlands of fresh flowers. Scent. Spices. Preparations being made for Diwali. Decorations. With the lights on but probably better when 'proper dark' Round the next corner a street of jewellers and colourful clothing emporiums. Stunning Nehru jackets outside one shop, saris the next, more garlands, heady scent drawing honey bees. You might want to turn the sound down for these. It was the food I came for, so it was mainly the food I photographed. Yam Aunty will blitz the quiz, I might just scrape in a pass mark, but I have already been befriended by a shopkeeper lady who has offered to guide me around the rest - names, how to select them, how best to ...

Boat Quay

A couple of bridges up from the mouth of the Singapore River, the south bank bulges a bit. The local name for this part of the river translates as the belly of a fish. It was here that became the commercial centre of Singapore - trade on the south bank, civic administration on the north. In English it is called Boat Quay This is a view of Boat Quay looking south and downstream. See the layers of steps where boats carrying tradeable goods pulled up to discharge and load. These days Boat Quay has been redeveloped with a parade of restaurants occupying the restored and repurposed warehouses. Their diminutive size is certainly a contrast to the high rise of the modern finance industry trading houses behind the quay in 2023. On the north bank a single bank of steps leads down to the water from.... for governing officials to embark waterborne transport I wonder. Tourist boats ply this part of the river, from here to Marina Bay and back. And its just along here th...

Grim

Mr B had some yacht maintenance work to do and I went along to be the apprentice (lunch box carrier). Portsmouth's Spinnaker Tower. Grim Add the sound of frapping halyards, some whistling and howling of wind tearing through rigging, and the clatter of rain battering down on decks and spray hoods and you have the complete day out at Gosport Marina. Plans to rivet the foil on the forestay were put on hold (for a sailor, Mr B is remarkably averse to getting wet) and he tackled some electrical stuff indoors instead. I sketched in my daily challenge book, drank coffee, and made helpful suggestions on how to get some wiring into inaccessible places. It never ceases to amaze me that people who build and fit out houses, boats, and vans regularly don't think about how you might fix or maintain in future some things they have now hidden behind glued in panels (or between ceiling and upstairs floor); plumbing and wiring usually.

Biennale

At the halfway point of bike wrecking, my carefully composed installation has become a visitor attraction with tourists photographing and discussing it's contribution to the expressive art world. What I need is a grandiose statement about what inspired it, it's meaning, and my reasons for choosing this form and materials - what it all represents - and I shall submit it for exhibition at the next Venice Biennale. What it really represents is a pile of wrecked bikes, the stupidity of some bike builders in fitting rubbish components to very good frames, the idiocy of others manufacturing frames so heavy that riding them must have been like pedalling a tank. It also represents built-in obsolescence; little parts that break but are no longer obtainable (and while we might fabricate or find a work around, the work involved is worth more than the bike). It also represents changing fashions. I have rebuilt beautifully made English bikes from the 1970s only to have them rejected by the ...