you are trapped in here with us
I just came back from the postcard-esque southern coast of South Africa. I would have been back earlier if the caravan's right wheel didn't decide to launch itself into some farmer's field. Eagle-eyed readers may have spotted that the wheel and hub are no longer where they should be. The whole side skirt is ruined.… Continue reading Antiques hunting: George and Mossel Bay
I found myself in a deep state of thought when wearing my Nivada Grenchen Antarctic Spider recently. The Antarctic Spider is without a doubt a watch with some serious history. The triangulation/spider dial wasn't on the first watch to go down into the Antarctic, but it is one of the rarer configurations of an already… Continue reading Am I good enough to carry the torch?
I have been thinking about alternative measures of time recently, something more than minutes, hours, days, months, and years. This is due no doubt to the fact that I am in desperate need of a haircut. It goes from being perfectly kempt one day to undeniably unkempt the next. It is usually the hair on… Continue reading Time Cut Short (a little off the ears)
The Escapement Room 