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Chris Groucutt

I'm a musician who likes taking photographs. I'm a much better musician than I am a photographer. But... I'm trying... and that's gotta be worth something right?
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367 streak
#129
Day 129
All sibs being equal
A few days ago the littlest one and I had a mini woodland biking adventure while her school was being used as a polling station....
#133
Day 133
Much better
We had sun, we had rain, and we're back to blue skies again. I'll never get to grips with English weather. I once remember an American fri...
#137
Day 137
Little Boxes
We are doing the 'walk to school' week, and there's always something to find interesting en route. There are two ways to walk to the nipp...
#139
Day 139
Teabreak
Cup o' tea and a jaffa cake? Don't mind if I do. Not entirely sure where this fits into the diet I'm on, but sometimes you just gotta do what...
#140
Day 140
Brollies at the ready
National walk to school week continues... and although we dodged a bullet this morning and managed it in the dry, the heavens op...
#144
Day 144
By the numbers
Caught this little snap of the little one doing her nightly Sudoku puzzle. I'm pretty happy that she started doing these puzzles, there...
#152
Day 152
Slow day
It's been a bit of a slow day, kids are chilled, I'm chilled, Mrs. G is chilled. I'm recovering from a slight bout of 'something or other' so...
#156
Day 156
12 Candles
The eldest had his 12th birthday today. The last one before he's officially a stroppy teenager. (Although technically I guess you could arg...
#169
Day 169
Storytime
Eldest had a day off school due to teacher training, so we spent the day just hanging out, visiting his cousin, and playing games.. proper l...
#170
Day 170
Hug
Apparently the collective noun for Teddy Bears is a 'hug'. There are 101 Teddy Bears in (and just out of frame) of this pic, so I'm pretty sure th...
#180
Day 180
Radioactive
Mrs G had a little bit of drama over the last 24 hours. All ended up absolutely fine, but she did have to endure being poked and prodded a...
#184
Day 184
The perks of the perc
Mrs. G bought/won a coffee percolator today, and we've just cracked it open and cranked it up for a cup 'o fresh coffee. Althoug...
#189
Day 189
More of the same...
Practice, practice, practice. That's the key. Always. Practise until your fingers bleed. Or as my Dad would have said... practise...
#197
Day 197
100 not out!
Had a cheeky little gig today playing a spot of piano for a 100th birthday party. One Hundred! A whole century and not out! It's quite th...
#222
Day 222
Gee-tahs everywhere!
I've been playing the gee-tah quite obsessively of late... and teaching the whole family as well, which has resulted in quite the...
#230
Day 230
Sackboy
I quite fancied taking somebody's portrait today... but by the time I got round to doing it everyone had gone to bed. And then young Sackboy h...
#246
Day 246
Penny Falls
Home again, home again, jiggity jog. And so ends another little break away from reality. The trip back seemed to take ten times longer tha...
#256
Day 256
Settling back in
Back in the groove... mixes to be mixed, tunes to be tuned, and vocals to be vocalled. (And tea to be drunk of course...) C #music #e...
#267
Day 267
Protector
The little'un was struck by a sickness bug today, which is bad enough in itself, but doubly bad for her because she was due to do the second...
#273
Day 273
Sweet
Gotta love a smarty. (Gently re-introducing chocolate to my palate - starting small... working my way up to milky bars... Yorkies next year.) C...
#297
Day 297
Nowt Special
Although a few interesting things have happened today, none of them we're captured on my camera. And now it's 11.45PM, and I need a pic f...
#309
Day 309
Den
The littlest had her bestie round for the evening... and they set about doing all the stuff that young girls do when they get together. I'm not qu...
#313
Day 313
Coinflip
Apparently there's a big thing going on today. Looks like a coinflip to me... heads or tails, too close to call. And quite honestly I really...
#316
Day 316
Remembrance
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing,...