Snapshots: photography, experiences, life, youth, politics & bikes by the Clayfield Cowboy.

 Seems like years (it is - 3 in fact) since I have written anything. To be honest I have not been motivated,  the past 12 months have been t...

So my late maternal grandfather Bill Butcher passed away in November 1969.  I remember my mother's tears on that night still to this ver...

Well what a bastard of a year was 2020? A really shit time for the planet.  Whoever stated that a single person could not change the course ...

So being the youngest of Ethel May's 5 boys has its many pluses and minuses too. The difference between us all spanned 23 years.. and tw...

Over Easter, 1958 my family moved from Hamilton  Road Chermside to our "new" home in Armagh St at Clayfield. A giant house that fr...