


In Richmond Park.
Fuck Flickr. I’m fed up with having my photos held hostage.



In Richmond Park.

I have very subtly allocated this goose the nickname of “stumpy”. He has the most awesome hop.

Left to right: Epiphone SG and Squier Vintage Modified Fretless Jazz (in the sitting room), Aria Sinsonido fretless and Richwood RD-18-EQ (on adjacent walls in the Man Cave) and a Yamaha BBG4SII (on the opposite wall in the Man Cave). The Aria is on a custom-built mount, but the others can move about as my mood dictates.
Not pictured – my Jim Harley P-bass copy. Those who are regular watchers of my Flickr account will have seen a photo of it recently. I keep it in a soft case because I very rarely play it.


In Richmond Park.

In Richmond Park.




She’s spent most of the afternoon sleeping under the stairs, but hey, she’s a cat.
We don’t know much about her history, as she was “discovered” and handed in to a vet, and was then passed on to TVAW. They estimate that she’s about 18 months old, and they think that she’s probably been spayed, but they can’t be certain. Bernard took an instant shine to her, and vice versa.


