Spooky

Went to view a house today. We were a little early so sat in the car. The owner of the house came out to get in her car. Struth! It was a dog walking pal. Even more spooky, I met her this morning on the beach and I told her about looking at a house. How we laughed.

Any how - cracking house, very cosy, but sadly not for us. There are two more bedrooms than we currently have but the overall square metres is less. The rooms are just too wee. All those arty crafty panels look lovely, sadly they sport no sockets. It would be a bugger to wire them up. There were extension leads all over the place. The deal breaker was no where I could securely keep the land rover but Mrs FP offered a solution as to where I could stick it.

Shame, was a lovely quirky house.

Undaunted Mrs FP is trawling estate agent's web pages with an unhealthy vigour.

Anyway this blip is a recovered image from a dead drive. I am enjoying the forensic data hunt. Poor quality but I'd put it in my top twenty photos, I always rated Bill Brandt's work. We watched a documentary yesterday on Fay Godwin's photography. Mrs FP asked if I thought I had been influenced by her. I said 'no'. 30 minutes later she said "Just a lot of your stuff looks like hers." 

I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or whatever the opposite of flattered is. 

I'm no purist, I'll plagiarise anything going.