Remember to remember how you want to.

Season 7 of my life begins tomorrow. I’ll be sixty, fuckin sixty. I assume like every other season of this slightly dull soap opera I will at some point shit myself, probably cry about something that doesn’t matter to anyone except me, and be momentarily happy or proud about something I’ll forget.

Still possibly one of the greatest Armistice Day tweets of all time from the good old days on Twitter. #inremembrance #lestweforget #cockdestroyer

Should Gibb be sacked? yes, obviously. He's an abomination of basic journalistic standards. His GB News channel spreads conspiracy theory & disinformation. His Jewish Chronicle newspaper spreads invented stories. He is plainly trying to undermine the BBC so it's as bad as everything else he touches.

Oh no, Tim Davie has resigned.

Rare sighting of a strange mythical creature steeped in Norfolk folklore. Stranger than Black Shuck, it’s the Bagman of Cantley.

Put a clean jumper on, get gravy on it, repeat until you die.

Physiognomy has been debunked as a pseudoscience repeatedly, basically every time it rears its ugly head. The last time it properly did, millions died.

Vital piece of investigative reporting from Sky. They've uncovered the X algorithm which feeds users extremist right wing material from the moment they join the site. It is a far-right radicalisation engine, by design. news.sky.com/story/the-x-...

Corporate Welfare Drax receives subsidies for burning wood to produce electricity. £869m last year. £458.6m a year for 2027-2031. UK Govt not taken equity stake. In 2024, paid £97m dividend, £300m share buyback Drax electricity is the most expensive. It is the biggest single UK carbon emitter.

Or, I dunno, try having progressive policies.

“Of course, nobody believes in ghost stations - not even British Railways in their wildest dreams of economy": further BBC Archive joy just uploaded, or rather melancholy - the last days of operation on a Norfolk branch line & the sense of loss among passengers & staff youtu.be/uke3Y43F-BQ?...

Proud to be finally able to share the secret project I’ve been involved with The Marvellous Miniature Workshop is coming soon to BBC One and BBC iPlayer : @bbciplayer  #TheMarvellousMiniatureWorkshop #SaraCox #iPlayer

Boundary Ovillers, Somme, France. Formed in 16 days from 1/7/1916, expanded during the battlefield clearances. It sits on the downward slope of the rise. I first saw it through some trees, white laced chalk staining from trenches dug here, a ghost in the soil until the crops push through.

Just looked out of the window, fucking hell, get off my patio.

Attention Norfolk folk. If the kids come round Trick or Treating tonight, and you don't want to open the door, just shout 'Prince Andrew Lives here now' through the letterbox to them and problem solved.

Good morning from the Norfolk gulag.

We have reached that sad time of year where supermarket radishes taste of fuck all. The relevant authorities have been informed.

They're sending him to Sandringham. FFS.

Not really sure what 'the right' think they should get people to study, self-help books on buy-to-let, Atlas shrugged, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and Mein Kampf. Yum, dreary.

St Giles, patron saint of drizzle, geezers, and motors.

This is insanely gorgeous. Recorded in a massive Second World War fuel tank in Scotland, all natural acoustic reverb – 112 seconds long. I give you Thom Isaacs. Requiem. youtu.be/WjbM32akFeg?...

Today’s cactus is the first in a while because I ran out of space, but I sold one of my children, so now there’s room for more. It’s a Myrtillocactus geometrizans (blue myrtle cactus, or blue candle). Grows big, branches eventually, this one has twice already hence buying it. Homeland is Mexico.

Another series of prints. This one is Vanishing Points, shot between 2012 and 2017 on the Western Front. Lost Light Bernafay Wood, Montauban, Somme, France. The wood is full of pits and hollows below the brambles and bracken. A haunted and haunting woodland tracts in a flowing landscape.

When I see an advert I just think 'fucking capitalism trying to flog me overpriced dishwasher tablets and spoiling Lovejoy'. I also just don't think about what colour anyone is in anything, if you do that the problem is inside you, not outside with the rest of us. She can get fucked.

Fairly mammoth soft restoration project is nearing completion. It’s cleaned, refreshed, solid, and midway through having way too many drawer says put back in. All bar three were missing. Fantastic object looking far better than when it entered the building.

The new Trigger Point starts tonight. Spoiler: the person introduced to you in the first episode, and every episode thereafter will die when a bomb fails to be defused correctly.

It saddens me, that I, and my generation, will probably be the last to be able to accurately make the sound of a Schmeisser being fired, as a friend* dives into a drainage ditch clutching his heart.

The boy(14) had made a paper-mache facehugger for halloween. Here it us partly primed, ready for painting. He's done such an amazing job.

A quick tour of my evil cactus empire.

Fairly mammoth soft restoration project is nearing completion. It’s cleaned, refreshed, solid, and midway through having way too many drawer says put back in. All bar three were missing. Fantastic object looking far better than when it entered the building.

That’s the sort of Ziggy Stardust costume I’d do if I was drunk.

Slightly sexually conflicted by Shirley dressed as Elvis.

Was just thinking about why the stones are lying down at Arbor Low. I’d put money on it not being either Christians or shallow foundations and suggest it was just twats, possibly drunk, pushing stuff over.

You know, I never thought I'd be one of those people that gets up early to go for a run, and I was right.

This is interesting, back in the day so to speak, before kettling was called kettling and was merely ‘there’s an anarchist over who needs a wee, can you let her out’. I went on the 1984 Stop the City which was huge. It was smashing. z360.com/still/galler...

Corbin Somewhere near the Skeena River British Columbia 2017 Corbin was our guide, we went by boat up a tributary of the Skeena to watch bears and moose and so on. It rained a bit and was deadly beautiful, a charmed piece of more or less untouched wilderness.

Storm edge West Runton/Doggerland 2018. A day in the July heat spent fossil hunting. A storm rolled in across the lost Doggerland plain. Huge threaded cumulonimbus growing suddenly over the sea and across the cliffs. The finale, mammatus formed on the underside, then the sky cracked and it rained.

Sometimes you just have to delete the post, because fucking get a sense of humour you twats. And now I’m taking my ball home and not playing anymore.

This is Grace Marcon also known as Frieda Graham (b.1889) she was a British Suffragette. Born in Edgefield near Holt in Norfolk. And I’ve got a crush on her despite her dying 60 years ago.

One of the many reasons my generation are a bit fucking odd.

Here’s another. Stratton Strawless, the Marsham family, a grieving crusader’s wife plus various other tombs, and the advent of phenology. www.invisibleworks.co.uk/lost-landsca...

Been posting all these pics with little context really. Here’s what Lost in a Landscape was, this one is about the Denes at Great Yarmouth. www.invisibleworks.co.uk/lost-in-a-la...

Pagodas iii Orford Ness 2018 A curious landscape, a shingle bank, chewed by the North Sea. Home to radar arrays, a lighthouse, an atomic research facility, wildlife, and inexplicable slightly dangerous looking chunks of metal.

West Runton Doggerland 2014 When the tide is out towards the shelf, it reveals not just sand but an outcrop of Cretaceous chalk, between 145 and 60 million years old, this stretch is the younger end of the spectrum. Known for its ‘Pot-stones’ or Paramoudra; giant flints with a hole right through.

Disappointing lack of a ‘Swift brick in the nuts’ headline here.

St Benet’s Abbey. 2018 On the Bure. Founded on the site of a martyrdom by the Danes, then Wulfric, Cnut, the cult of St Margaret. Now just a gatehouse, a mill. Some flint. A sentinel in the flat land. Inside, graffiti, lover’s hearts and scratches. I ran my fingers along, walked the church’s spine.

Here begins a load of old photos from the Lost in a Landscape series, some I wrote about, some I didn’t, and the book will happen one day, but other stuff is going on, so not now. Seawall Eccles, Norfolk. #LostinaLandscape

Bauhaus students, Stiftung Bauhaus Dessau. 1931/32. Looking like me and my daft mates in about 1987.

When I was a child Tony Hart was a family friend and exactly as charming as you'd want him to. My friend Margaret and I were models in his 1971 book Fun With Historical Projects.