Thoughts from a Devon Sitting Room

Recording my life in diaries and photographs, from heady days as a student in London in the 1970’s to being a pensioner on a low income today. My writing is a mixture of insight – from knowledge & experience – and history. I explore my professional and personal interests – energy & climate change, history, politics, music, film, food & drink… the list goes on!

50 YEARS OF PHOTOS

No.12: Hawk Eye

July 2020: A bird of prey in my garden – with pigeon for lunch.

  • Washing Rubbers!

    Substack diary no.165: Wednesday, 27th. May 2026

    Another sunny and warm day in south Devon but thankfully, for me at least, with slightly lower temperatures. The recycling bins are in – glass/cardboard, plastic/metal, paper and food waste – the fish are watered and fed, although how they survive in my murky pond I do not know. The washing machine is well on its way through a hot wash; the only time I set the dial for 90 degrees rather than the usual 30 or 40 is for rubbers – and they need it!

    Rubbers? I say that without thinking and then shortly afterwards I remember that many years ago I came to realise that most people don’t know what ‘rubbers’ are, at least in the laundry items sense. Back in the 1970s I worked for many years at a laundry in Torquay – Devon Cleaners & Launderers as they were known then. They are still around today but the ‘factory’ has moved to Newton Abbot.

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  • Trouble @ Home – events that would have a dramatic impact on my life – part 2

    LSE Diary Thursday, 15th. April 1976

    One of my flatmates woke me up at 7 o’clock this morning with news about our accommodation. She reassured me that we would be safe in the flat until 25th. June: nothing can happen to us and we were advised to not pay any rent to our landlord Teresa.

    I was at work in City & Guilds as usual but a quick sprint to Alfred Marks at lunchtime revealed there was no cheque for me to cash. Luckily I had brought my cheque book with me; without it I would have had a miserable cashless Easter weekend.

    Back at work my now good friend John Johnson from Orkney took me to the pub and bought me a couple of pints – it was to thank me and say goodbye as this was my last day. I had enjoyed my time here and made some good friends who, at the time, I was not to know that I would see again – and in the not too distant future.

    I left work on the 253 bus to Bethnal Green to visit the Legal Aid office, but it was closed. I was about to enjoy an Easter weekend that, it turned out, would be the warmest for 24 years. It was also the weekend before I became homeless, and spending more time than I would like roaming the streets of London.

    The story continues…

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So who is Colin Anderson?

A Devonian with stories to tell and a love of history, science, philosophy, environment, & entertainment.

An increasing number of people I know are either down the rabbit hole or caught in its event horizon, which I find distressing. I prefer the real world and, like a frantic sponge, I cannot help but soak up knowledge, insight & quality.

Which I like to share…

USA 2016 travelogue

Scotland 2022 travelogue