Fairytale Cement Factory

A blend of fantasy castle and sci-fi base, La Fabrica (just outside of Barcelona) was the dream of architect Ricardo Bofill from the moment he saw an abandoned cement factory. Now it contains gardens, a church, gallery, conference rooms, working spaces for creatives and more besides. “Life goes on here in a continuous sequence,” Bofill, […]

Read more "Fairytale Cement Factory"

Friends. To The End.

‘She understood me and I her’ my mum texted me after her oldest pal passed away recently and that line really hit me. I brace myself for losing old friends because it would be less like losing a limb and more an entire wing of your mental library. All those jokes and memories and references […]

Read more "Friends. To The End."

Boy that’s an olde path!

A thought came to me just earlier (see photo above). There’s paths and trails in forests right? Made by people wandering through but also by animals. So before people were around there must have been forest paths created by animals. So how old are some forest trails on planet Earth? Were they first trodden out […]

Read more "Boy that’s an olde path!"

Rushton Triangular Lodge

Visited the frankly bizarre Rushton Triangular Lodge today, a Tudor folly covered in numbers, shapes and symbolism that no one besides its creator Sir Thomas Tresham fully understands. Likely it’s a quiet protest against Protestantism (he designed it while in prison for refusing to give up Catholicism) though his interest in the esoteric suggests it […]

Read more "Rushton Triangular Lodge"

The Many Eyes Of Mrs Worrad

Dreamed I was lying in bed with a big spider on my chest. It kept seeing off other spiders that approached and then I realised it saw me as its mate. A Victorian-style headmaster appeared and said something like ‘Worrad, don’t you think it’s time you made an honest arachnid out of her?’ and next […]

Read more "The Many Eyes Of Mrs Worrad"