Stapleton Glen

In this languid July heat some friends and I retreated to the leafy depths of Stapleton Glen and took a late afternoon stroll up the banks of the Frome, through Snuff Mills. It was idyllic, with only the sound of rustling trees, mallards, and the occasional flapping of heron wings. Insects filled the sun-shafted air, and drenched dogs shook themselves all around us. It's hard to think of this as the same water that, just a couple of miles further downstream, passes under the Centre and out past the Watershed, where inebriated Emo's throw-up into it.

But see for yourself:

Underdown @ Joe Public's, Bristol

Just been along to a small Underdown gig in Bristol, which was attended by too few, but which the band made the best of anyway. On a tiny stage (and I mean really tiny - and there's five of 'em up there) they pushed out a pretty decent set, including the quite superb Tell Me You Love Me. I took some piccies on my phone, of which a sample follows:

... and just in case there's any mis-understanding, that's not severe camera shake, brought on by too many Corona's. It is a deliberate attempt to enliven an otherwise static image.