My door knocker. Victorian, about the 1880s. Best thing about the house. I'm rather proud of him.
Showing posts with label inner city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inner city. Show all posts
Friday, 27 February 2015
Thursday, 19 February 2015
Monday, 19 January 2015
Every picture tells a story
Two pictures, one location. On the way in and out of Finsbury Park. Everybody loves a sunset.....
....but what's the story of this load of old rubbish? Sigh.
....but what's the story of this load of old rubbish? Sigh.
Friday, 16 January 2015
Oh dear......
Why? This is the end of my street this morning, it's been like it for a fortnight, and - whoever is doing this - it ain't good.
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