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A wartime pillbox at the side of the A1065 road just south of East Raynham, Norfolk, seen in June or July 2016. It looks as though haymaking had recently occurred. I find, in trying to get a precise fix on the location, that the Google street view car came along here in the August. By then the thistle growing on the roof of the pillbox was brown and dead, and a large heap of manure had been dumped at the left edge of this view.
Every time I flog a camera I wish I had it back. This was my Fuji GA645Zi, now owned by a bank manager in Spain. Looking back through the results, they seem a lot better than I'd thought at the time. I got over five hundred nicker for it and sold my Mamiya C220 at the same time, with some other odds and ends. This enabled me to re-equip with two Mamiya M645s and three lenses and to get my nice Yashica 635 repaired. Did I act wisely? Well, no good thinking of that now; I've made my bed and I'll have to lie on it. If I'd hung on to the cameras I sold, I'd still be hankering for an M645. Hang on a mo; I wonder what the 645s would fetch if I put them on eBay, and what I could buy with the proceeds. Hmmm ...I quite fancy a...
I'm bound to say ...and I speak only from a personal point of view... that I prefer a characterless, modern generic hotel; so the Sandman Signature, which lives in symbiosis with Gatwick's abominable airport, was my sort of stopover. Because we were compelled to rise some hours before it was served, we had to forfeit our paid-for breakfast and wait around, stomachs gurgling, in the airport's departure lounge. As you will remember, the Sandman, in northern folklore, is a figure who sprinkles magical dust, or "sand" in the eyes of sleeping children to bring them delightful dreams. The encrusted deposits found in the corners of the eyes upon waking are the residue of this material. I can only assume that the establishment's eponymous deity was negligent in his attentions on the occasion of our stay: I managed to doze for about an hour. I think of this style of architecture ...if that's what it is... as Globalist Lego-Egyptian.
With all that said, I would rather take my chances on a place like this than stay in a B&B at the verge of some arterial road in Horley, sleep under the eaves, endure the forced bonhomiousness* of the proprietor and his wife and choose between the fried bread, tinned plum tomatoes and slippery fried mushrooms of their "full English" and a safe but not particularly inviting alternative such as scrambled eggs on toast.
*If I have just coined this useful word I hereby offer it, entirely free of charge, to the English lexicon.
A tough stance on immigration has become a key policy platform for the Abbot government which has suffered low popularity and poor polling. Unlike Sydney which appears to more concerned with individual wealth and property prices inner city Melbourne was adorned with pro immigration posters. the debate looks set to continue with the Australian human rights commissioner under fire and the Nauruan government now accused of crony capitalism in relation to phosphate exports.