Category Urban regeneration

Fifty Shards: Confirming England’s fascination with the weather

Day Thirty-three and Thirty-four: See peoples? This is what you call weather. And the proof of it is in the photo. A morning of crystal clarity then a torrent of wind and rain. Temperature: And yesterday, proof it is autumn with an unpleasant wind chill factor thrown in for good measure. Get those scarves out! Greyscale: Charmingly silver then non-existent, the Shard become Tardis-like […]

Why does Georgian architecture look even better in the autumn? – plus a Shard

Like daffodils in spring and ice-cold chocolate milkshakes in summer, there’s nothing like a bit of Georgian architecture in the autumn. Light just hits those white-rimmed windows and sets them off, don’t you think? The quieter parts of Holborn are rife with the earlier and far stricter period, that of the 1720s. And just to prove that […]

Fifty Shards: Day 28 and not impressed.

Day Twenty-eight: Early September. Dull. Temperature: Promises of sun haven’t quite delivered… yet. Greyscale: Borderline white (as in misty). In E L James’s words: Crap.

A stroll in Regent’s Park (or ‘the Regent’s Park’, as it’s more formally known)

Nothing like a flower arrangement to get this fella in. And Regent’s Park, one of the Royal parks of London, does arrangements rather well. Like a suit you put on once a year, a walk down one of its main arteries provides a formal floral kick that leaves you feeling just that little bit wealthier… […]

Fifty shards: a shard from any angle

Day Twenty-six and Twenty-seven: Two days. Two different shards. And just because I can, a shard taken from a new angle up Hampstead way. Outta control! Temperature: Groggy Greyscale: Three shards of grey. In E L James’s words: Variety is the spice of life. The more variety, the more the spiciness. In fact, fifty spices (I feel a brand extension […]

100 days of Puppetman… plus Day 25 of Fifty Shards

I don’t know why I’m celebrating 100 entries. If it involves a glass of Chardonnay then I’m in. Or Dom Perignon. Now that’s a celebration. Day Twenty-five: Early rise due to work. Temperature: Warm, sultry and slightly uncomfortable, has anyone slept properly this week? Greyscale: Back to being proper grey. In E L James’s words: Look at me! I’ve got […]

Fifty Shards: Like a scalding shaving blade, the Shard on Day 24

Day Twenty-four: Tis a warm one, so you’ve been warned! 30c. Don’t go outside. You might faint! You might die! Temperature: In some places like India, Southern USA and Egypt – in fact, in too many places to mention here – 30c is seen as a blessed relief. Greyscale: Glistening, sharp, watery-eyed newsreader grey. In E L James’s words: Babe, […]