Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Snow vs Snakes

This is my deck.  There is no snow on my deck.  My deck is in a warm place.  This is a snake that I keep a careful eye on when relaxing on my deck.  It’s how I roll.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Frozen Fliegerdeich, Winter 1968-69

This is one of the reasons I came to Australia...

Friday, July 24, 2015

good evening Mr Hirst


Flashback Friday - 1968


This might be the school fete on 11 May 1968. I worked the Bolex for a while but I can't recall if anything became of the footage.

Back yard update

                                             
                           Drilling a couple of test holes in the previously depicted active area.Hopefully clear and open up the whole course soon.Experts determined ,methane,butane ,ethane -thermogenic gas.A number of reasons including global warming.Could not get too close and just phone camera shot.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Nelson balcony 1968-69


I've posted this before in LoRes. I'm now going through all my old stuff and re-scanning in HiRes. Its fun trying to remember all the names.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Old Cavalier meets Old Warhorse

A memorial to the thousands of horses shipped into battle from Hampshire during World War I has been unveiled by Princess Anne in Romsey, the home of Alex, our 'Ampshire correspondent. About 110,000 of the 1.3 million horses and mules involved in the conflict passed through a giant military depot just outside Romsey. Local residents raised £50,000 for the public art, which was created by sculptor Amy Goodman and is now proudly displayed in the town's Memorial Park.

Monday, July 13, 2015

one for Paul

 Why the long faces? 
Maybe they are not fans of 
Flamingo Land

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Collingwood Girls Wheelbarrow Story



Above 1993

Above 1993


1968 


Carol with the late Sue Wells 1966

Sunday, July 05, 2015

North of the Border



Recently I was dispatched north of the border to see if I could negotiate a reconciliation with our ingrate neighbours. On arrival I was advised that the man to see was not the Blessed Nicola, the First Minister, but the Flying Scotsman. I protested that I thought this was a steam-belching train but was assured that the famous Scot did indeed exist and advised he couldn't be found below three thousand feet.




Eventually, I found an delightful man waiting to welcome Sassenachs to the land where 'austerity, simply means maxing out on your credit cards and allowing others to foot the bill. I questioned whether he really was the Flying Scotsman.......





So he spread his wings and did a golden eagle impression...

 




I told him we were fed up with the Barnett formula and that we were seeking to revoke it. He asked if this mean they had to take a haircut and I confirmed it did. His entreaties for us to reconsider however fell on deaf ears....

 




He then proceed to recite to me the most beautiful poem about friendship and humanity and I felt forced to recant.....
 





Eventually I asked what they were doing with all this extra money and he explained that  as most people north of the border lived on a diet of fried Mars bars they were now equipping all phone boxes with defibrillators...






Having failed totally in my mission I decided I might be better off visiting those other austerity deniers living on the shores of the Aegean Sea to see if I could help clear out their stables.

However before I left Scotland, I  took a photo for the weekly quiz. I found these wheelbarrows close to the backdoor of a pub. One explanation is that the locals get so 'mullahed' on a Saturday night that their children have to come and fetch them in the wheelbarrows... or is there another explanation?