Ray's Photos

[Thang-y]

Wrapped Up and Gifted

"Staaaand and delivah!"

[Rayge]

"Staaaand and delivah!"

It's not much of a disguise if my eyebrows are visible...

Anyways, fully refreshed after a day getting absurdly smahashed and editing scans (it takes all kinds...), I'm back with more marvels (or at least some pics of people I knew and places I went around the cusp of the 1980s) from the archives and a misty morning in January this year.

Part One
Starts in East Kent in 1980 or so, where I'm visiting


Carol and Adi
who were more or less newlyweds at the time, although they'd been an on and off couple since the early 1970s. Adi was my last room-mate in Putney, and my first at the Mansions, in the 1970s.


Dedicated Followers

Then back to London and the seething hotbed that is the MediaWorld offices, just off Fleet street

Spaced Salesman


Editorial
Actually, at this point Ros was officially secretary, although she was editor a few years later


London Iconic
Waterloo Bridge, red bus, Embankment dolphins


Mike and Kate
They were both living with me at this point, before Kate went up to University in Sussex: Mike followed her there soon after. So I should be able to date this exactly.
But I can't. I'm thinking 1980. May even be 1979


Deer Park
Part of a Victorian scrap screen I 'inherited': TT left it behind when he moved out of the flat in Putney (he had got it from Rosie Boycott,
came from the Boycott family home) and I carted it around for more than 30 years thereafter


Buddah of the the Leaping Dolphin

[Rayge]

Part Two
has finally encountered a photogenic day in January of this year


Visitors


Morning Mist
The sun staggers over the hill and tries to pierce the gloom


Above it All


Brass




Veil/Vale
Ground cloud on the Creedy


Panorama

More from this walk next time - not even halfway round yet

[Minnie the Minx]

Beautiful.

[Rayge]

Beautiful.

Thankyou.
So... Today in Part One we're briefly back in Wales for an afterthought, then all over the place in time and space, although somewhere in the first three years
of the 1980s; there's nothing like a large photograph and diary collection to point out what a glib fiction is our unspooling life story.
Not that it matters, of course.
And in part two, less philosophistication, more mistiness, in January this year.


Wheels
Sarah buys a van


Fields
Looking East from high above Penrhyncoch. Probably


Trees


Tea


Tease


Train
South-West out of Waterloo, heading for St Margarets or Teddington

Tomorrow, further confusion and people old enough to know better

[Rayge]

Part Two


Still Misty, Still Snapping


Welcoming Party
Alfie (I think that's his name) is In Charge of Lower Creedy farmhouse


Making Clouds
Water vapour rises from the tarp covering the winter fodder in LC farmyard


Communications Hub
Scrap checks his p-mails by Upton Helions post box


Corner


Mill House and Middleways


Breakthrough

tomorrow, finish this walk then home for a bit of colour

[Rayge]

Picking up where I left off yesterday, so check there for context...


The Camera is Tripping


Madonna and Sulk


Leaves


Gantry


Partial Eclipse




Pictures of Johnny


Shama
Fisherman Bob gets stuck into a curry

[Rayge]

Part Two


Mill pond


Blue Boy


The Route



Alien Life Form
Witch hazel in flower in the garden


Frost Fringe


Venturing

Tomorrow, back indoors in January, people pics from the early 1980s

[Rayge]

So (sorry), what did I rashly promise yeaserday? Ah yeah. In part one a cavalcade of bozos in my life from just before before Chip
and I got together in 1982, and in part two some Xmas deccies left up way after 12th night this year



Biggles and Staff
Jim Boone was always trying to get me to take a respectable, fluffy pic of him with his bruiser of a tomcat, Biggles, for his mother, who
was somehow blind to what crazed and unwholesome beasts both of them were


The One-Eyed Bears


A Cuddle from Daddy
Hazel was - is - Mike's daughter from a relationship with a fellow-student


Whiskey and Gingerbread


Moody
In his defence, the indoor shades were prescription


Good Morning
Jim's girlfriend Sally


Talking to Myself
A single exposure photograph. No post-production trickery involved. Answers on a postcard

[Rayge]

Part Two
Jan 9, more than time to take down the tree, but first...


Fruit and Balls


Faerieland


A Tinted Teardrop


Mesh


Bundle


Dimensional


Golden Apple

Back tomorrow: with what, I cannot say

[Rayge]

For the sheer hell of it, going to start tonight with a few pics from the gloom of mid-January, just to provoke a suitable
stupor for viewing part two.... But first, some treasures from the display cabinet


Can
Miniature coffee-cup


Daum Nancy
A nice piece of Art Nouveau art glass inherited from Chip's Gran


Sunburst
Deco dessert bowl


Bear Sighting


First
Snowdrops on the green, first new flowers of the year


A River Runs Through it
Mill Lane, seen from across the valley, becomes a shiny watercourse at times like these


Puddle

[Rayge]

Part Two
Early 1980s, as before


Don't Look at the Eyes, Rex
Daemonic apparitions invoked at the Mansions


Helen
Helen was from Warrington. I met her in west Wales - she was living with Phil the villain in a room in Clive's house. We went out briefly, not long before I got together with Chip. She killed herself in 1989. The last two facts are not connected – she had a medical diagnosis she could not live with


Atmosphere
Inspired by the Joy Division 12" sleeve. Winter fields in Hertfordshire


At the Sign of the Prancing Horse
A collapsing gazebo on the River Lea at Ware

[and here it is 33 years later...

Happy Ending]


Intricacy
A Brighton skyline


Incoming
MiniFrisbee at the Mansions


Well-Dressed Man
Channeling Mr Wazmo Nariz and his groundbreaking Two Ties look.


More fun of this type tomorrow, only with more dead ancestors

[Rayge]

Part one today returns to archive fun; pics of transitioning hippies from the early 1980s, and some of my ancestors
going back to the 1870s. No matter what some people may think, I wasn't around then to take the latter: they are
edited digital scans of transparencies (slides) I took 35 years ago of rather decayted large prints of (mostly) studio
portraits that used to hang in my mother's childhood home in Milton Road, Tottenham, and, I suspect, in my
grandmother's rooms in my childhood home in Clyde Road. But before we get to those...


A Vision in Paisley


Away Fixture
Four of the Aberystwyth crew visit the mansions: Helen, Clive, Di (the one woman Clive went out with for more than
five minutes that didn't bear his child) and Ralph


Ahem, Moving Right Along


Fierce
My mother's mother's mother


Wedding Day
My mother's father's parents, Isaac Edwards (1856-1883) and the three months pregnant Mary Endall (1857-1884)
on or near their wedding day, 27/9/75. I suspect that the guy on the right is her father, Richard Endall (1827-89),
although he looks older than 48.


Recalled to the Colours
My mother's father, brought back into the army as a sergeant in charge of training recruits in the Great War


Ghosts
My mother's mother with her first five children, taken around the beginning of the Great War. I'm pretty sure that's Doris on her lap, and the others are, left to right, Dick, Cissie, George and Albert


Another Wedding
This one features my mother's parents. They were married on Xmas Day 1905. He was 29, just out of the army after
15 years (he lied about his age). She was 21

Tomorrow, off to Wales. Yet again...

[Rayge]

Meanwhile, in Part Two, it is a month ago, and by the Krint, it is wet




Spate
The Creedy in a wild and crazy mood, having no truck with trees


Humpback
The Bridge that takes the Upton Hellions road across the torrent


Brush Fire
Red-stemmed willows


Town House
Crediton


What Do You Think of It So Far?

Tomorrow, more dogs and downpours

[Rayge]

Archives first - West Wales about 1980


Open Carry
Matt not quite got the hang of his rifle yet


Peanut Butter


Silver


Haven


Missing Link


Speed King
Note spare car tucked in boot

Day off tomorrow: on Monday, all kinds of bozos living the dream in the bus lane

[Rayge]

Part Two


Lady


No Gentleman
Sorry about the blur, in part because I was laughing so much. Lady is about 5 times his size and he
has a go at her every time they meet. All friends of course


Dog Jenga


Did I Win?


Sheep, Floods, Flock of Seagulls, Dead Tree I


Sheep, Floods, Flock of Seagulls, Dead Tree II


Watercourse
It's a road, ffs. Just beyond that traffic cone is a 6m drop into a stream feeding the Creedy. Scrap gets bow waves
forming around his legs as he walks up the hill

[Rayge]

In Part one, faces from the early 1980s...


Chuck


Winter coat


Trish


Helen


Unholy Communion


Havok
Part corgi, part collie, and all arsehole. Don't have time to list all his crimes.
The boots belong to Frankie (see below)


Hawkmoth


Frankie


Hawk and Paul
At this point, Paul and Frankie were married

More tomorrow

[Rayge]

Part Two
From around 9-10 January, dog and Dawlish




Heeeere's Scrappy
Crossing Shaky Bridge


Black Swan


Vital Apostrophe


Juxtaposed


Mine, All Mine

More from Dawlish and points North tomorrow

[Rayge]

Part one today goes back to the early 1980s and scoops up some oddments I missed, then back to the bozos as Clive brings his
daughter for a stay at the Mansions. And in Part Two, more from Dawlish then back home for a nice bit of Nature (you can't beat it)


Back to Nature


Three Unwise Monkeys


Japonaiserie


Winter Generic


Stonesplaining
Hobson lays down the truth, man


Wonder


Creativity


Purple Splodges

Tomorrow Brighton, London, Kent and Ware, as I get my travel on

[Rayge]

Meanwhile, in Part Two, still in Dawlish at the start


Sea Wall


Travertine


Waiting on a Wave


Fat Fanciers
Long-tailed tit and blue tit get stuck into insect-flavoured suet pellets. Yum


I'm Off
Finch objects to papping


Hoorah!
Man, I do love a snowdrop or two hundred


Velvet

Next up, some general out and aboutery