Category: Photography

One frost does not make a winter….

We have had very mild weather in the UK,  temperature wise, despite all the bluster and buckets of rain. So it was rather refreshing to have a beautifully frosted morning yesterday, especially as I had an old friend visiting from Melbourne. We walked around Blenheim and the years of separation slipped away. We met in 1987 while working in Mildura, Victoria for six months, and again once about 10 years ago when we stayed with him in Melbourne.

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The sea, the sea

Living in Oxfordshire as I do, I don’t often see the sea, but as it happens, here I am, up on the Wirral with a borrowed camera – and yesterday I had the opportunity to visit West Kirby where the usually calm marine lake has been spewing sea weed up onto the prom railings.

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Quiet Here Too!

One of those days.

Yesterday it was 16C at about this time, this morning (7 am) it was -17C (-28C with the wind chill), colder than Fargo  in springtime and a record low for us.

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The North wind blew all our water away during the overnight freeze so we now have ice  mushrooms on the pilings.

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Spot Soutie

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So there I was yesterday, watching our sports news channel when a small clip on the 2013 performance of my Southern Kings appeared, as the camera panned the crowd after we conceded a try, I thought to myself “hey, that’s where I sit!”

So I rewound the programme (aren’t these new satellite receivers marvelous) and sure enough there I was!

Certainly a pic for my scrapbook.

(sorry about the flash, no, the chap in the foreground isn’t holding a torch, but .. well I’m sure that you understand)

Oh, Jaques Kallis retired from first class and test cricket yesterday, I’ve got his career stats on my pic, neat 🙂 )

Memories of Greece 1963, pt. 3

Rhodes was, and still is, a very pretty island, with wooded hills in the ‘interior’ and well-preserved old towns within ancient fortifications – including of course the two arms of Rhodos harbour where Colossus once bestrode the entrance. The three of us found a quiet corner on top of the city wall to make camp, conveniently situated for a water tap and even public toilets, a rarity in 1963; while below us the narrow streets were teeming with stall-holders and buyers of everything from local produce to car tyres, with fresh fish aplenty. Although it was of little use to us, with no means of cooking it!

A highlight of our visit was a bus-ride across the island which dropped us off at a valley called ‘Petaloudes’. Continue reading “Memories of Greece 1963, pt. 3”