A lunch hour cycle ride through south Glasgow exploring an abandoned football ground, a statue, a neglected necropolis and a ruined church. Not forgetting a 1950s moral panic about a vampire.
Exploring a lost wilderness in the city – a sanctuary for strange characters, fly-tip art and foraging.
Night walking a country lane, exploring local Shropshire ghosts and watching a winter sunrise on the eerie Titterstone Clee Hill.
A panda down an alleyway. A dalek rusting at the bottom of the Clyde. Abstract geometry in a garden. It’s the wonderful world of Glasgow street and graffiti art.
A strange encounter and killer clowns in an abandoned fairground.
Behind a ramshackled row of abandoned buildings lie a warren of cavernous chambers and galleries of graffiti art.
The river of lost footprints. The road to Mandalay. The river that brings blessings to the people. If nothing else the Ayeyarwady (or Irrawaddy) River is evoked by a great line, and Kipling’s poem of nostalgia and longing.
Dr James Graham was a sex therapist, an 18th century showman, a gentleman of the Enlightenment and an “emperor of quacks”. He was also the inventor of an extraordinary fertility sex aid: the Grand State Celestial Bed.