Gavin Dimmock. Writer.

Today I oversaw the fitting of the stairs and hallway carpet at Bethany and Liam’s. The finished article really complements and sets of their hard work over recent weeks.

A pre-match meal and pint with Bethany and Liam. Actually, this pint of Saltaire Onyx was supped while I waited for them to arrive!

This is one of the gates at the entrance to Paddington Cemetery and is where my uncle was laid to rest in 1946.

Today we paid a visit to the grave of my uncle, Charles Geoffrey Dimmock. Charles died in April 1946 at a little under one year of age and, obviously, I never met him. Just before Christmas 2017, my wife and I contacted Brent council to enquire if they could help us to locate his grave….

C2C’s final day. Sadly. But, what a terrific day. First up were Midland. They are brilliant. This is the bass player wigging out during their set. The concert ended with a blistering performance from Little Big Town. They brought the house down. Roll on C2C 2019. Tickets go on sale on Friday. I will be…

Day 2 of C2C. And what a belting day it has been! Plenty of great music, behind the music chats and intimate performances follow by a sensational, show stopping set by Sugarland. What entertainers Jennifer Nettles and Kristian Bush are! They had the whole arena rocking. A fabulous set from them.

Today is the start of the Country 2 Country music festival at London’s O2 Arena. First up on the main stage was one of my current favourites, Old Dominion. If you haven’t heard them yet, give them a go. You will like them. I promise.

A long standing project for one of my oldest clients came to fruition today. This is a 28 page brochure which I designed and had printed for them. The client was very happy with the finished item. As was I.

Whilst walking the mutts this evening, I spotted this newly placed plaque. I was intrigued by the use of a hashtag. It is the first time that I have seen one on a memorial.

I have been cleaning up and reviving some of the tools that I brought home from my father’s cellar. This is one of my grandfather’s scribes. Now that the rust has been cleaned away you can see where he carefully inscribed his name. I miss my grandfather every day and the sight of his name…

Brighouse canal today and the ducks seem perplexed by the ice that The Beast From The East has visited on us.

Visited Ma and Pa this afternoon. Dad mentioned he had some clamps in the cellar that I could have, so we took a trip down into the damp and dark. My dad had inherited the tools and assorted items from my late grandfathers workshop. So I spent a short while rooting through old biscuit tins…

The view of our orangery roof during the cold snap imposed by “The Beast from the East”.