Deutsche Fortress

A curious way to camp: Commanding attention, yet defying prying eyes. This Blue Carapace. Aloof- suspended above all foreign soil. No nights under canvas here, soft sheets thrown open to the evening breeze. No. A rather uptight customer. Town on wheels. Aggressively self-sufficient. Defiantly enjoying such splendid isolation.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017

Improvising

To become a snail, when human, is quite a thing. To make one’s home mobile, and transport it to a new place, is yet another. To convey one’s family in the same frail shell is yet another permutation. One which I undertook in August, along with my wife and Four Year Old son. We went…

In out in out you shake it all about.

I never fully understood the phrase ‘coming out of the woodwork’ until today. Today was marvellous. In my neighbourhood, one of the many hills, or ‘down’s’ of Bath, it was busy. People were active. Out and about, and on a mission. In my own street, where I have lived for 6 years, I saw over…

Mare’s tails and vapour trails

  Mare’s tails and vapour trails traverse the sky above, My nation riven in two parts, fuelled ┬áby hate and love. This warring Isle will gather near to cast its final vote; Change is nigh, its in the sky, both sides all primed to gloat.   My mind is set, my choice is made, My…