This story starts in the very late 1980s, about 15 years before this photo was taken. I went on a fishing trip with a friend of my dad’s. It was a day trip off the south coast, about 9 miles into the English Channel. I hadn’t at that point in my life been much of a mariner. One trip on a large car ferry across the channel to France was the sum total of my sea faring experience. But I had plans. Big plans. I had my application to join the Royal Navy filled out and ready to post. I can’t remember now what sort of job in the navy I was hoping to get. This trip was to be good practice to test my sea legs. Continue reading “#TBT Ometepe”
Brexit isn’t going terribly well. And we haven’t even left yet. Who’d a thunk it? The fall in the value of the pound has driven up inflation, making us all a bit poorer. Brexiteers promised that this would boost exports. But it seems that they forgot how much of the raw materials are imported in the first place. The rest of Europe is seeing accelerated growth, whilst ours is sagging. Gibraltar and the Falklands have become flashpoints, as I long ago suggested they would. Some jobs have gone. More will go. And hardened Continue reading “Marie Antionette’s Brexit”
I rode my bike to work yesterday. It’s been an age since I’ve had the bike out of the shed, but it was a nice day and the trip would take me along the beach for a couple of miles and then through some nice parks. So why not? I pumped the tyres up, put my iPhone in its handlebar holster, set up Runkeeper and then plotted my trajectory with Google Maps. Continue reading “Smart Google Maps”
Mrs P and I visitied Auschwitz during the last days of winter in 2013. I imagine that winter makes a visit to Auschwitz a more ‘authentic’ experience. It’s bleak, gloomy, cold and foreboding. I haven’t been in summer, but I imagine the area is quite pretty and peaceful at that time of year. Adjectives that are quite at odds with the camp’s history. But all trips to Auschwitz are a little surreal. Continue reading “#TBT Auschwitz”
Once upon a time, my chosen profession involved explaining a variety of linguistic intricacies, complexities and nonsensities to adult Mexicans seeking to further their careers through the knowledge of the English language. And I confess, sometimes I winged it a bit. As in, I made it up as I went along. Rather than mutilating the feathered extremities of our avian friends. English is tough to learn. If it wasn’t the contradictory grammar rules Continue reading “Buying An Indian Railway Train Ticket”
Most cities have an architectural landmark that is appropriated as an icon. More often than not, it’s a tower of sorts or at least something that towers over the surrounding area. London has the Elizabeth Tower. Paris the Eiffel Tower. New York, the Empire State Building. And Mexico City has the Angel of Independence. A golden lady with a generous bust and Red Bull style wings over-looking the metropolis from a lofty perch. Her image is used on taxis, tourist literature and all sorts of Continue reading “#TBT A City Icon”
One should look up once in a while. Just in case. I have no idea what’s going on here. Just another day strolling the streets of Malaga.
Lymington is a lovely little town. It sits by the sea with a little harbour and has got plenty of history. It’s a place where rich folk come to retire. It’s Brexitlandia. But we must forgive them that at least once a year, when they permit an influx of immigrant automobiles that have come to the UK to seek a forever home. What is not to like about a parade of several dozen Ferraris. Just Ferraris, mind you. Lymington is rather picky when it comes to what type of immigrants settle here. There are no bad hombres here. Continue reading “Lymington Italia Festival”
Retro is all the fashion. VSCO takes my photos and adds film simulations from the heyday of analogue photography. Whenever that actually was. We could debate it, but I’m going to put a shout out for the 70s. My Fuji camera itself, like most Fuji X series cameras is designed with an eye to popular cameras of the 60s and 70s. Music from the 70s and 80s is back in fashion, and Hollywood remakes have now moved onto 90s ‘classics’. My oh my, films from my teens are now classics. Continue reading “The Retro Reader”
The legendary Ferrari F40 is, and has been for decades, my favourite Ferrari. Nay, my favourite car, full stop. I owned one once. A Burago scale replica, of course. Not the real thing. A few cars have pushed it close at the top of my automotive rankings. Jaguar’s XJ220 is a beaut. Ferrari’s Testarossa is the most classic Pininfarina design of my lifetime. I also had a real soft spot for Alfa Romeo’ SZ. Continue reading “The Definition of Jealousy”
For the last year or two, I have been known to make use of these virtual pages to protest political developments, deviants and disaster. There’s much to protest about at the moment. Although, perhaps, if you are a Trump loving Brexiteer, you might think I doth protest too much. But regardless, I do protest. I’m not, however, a protester. I have never actually attended a protest march, gathering, sit in, commune or other type of mass event that actually requires my physical presence. In part it’s because I’m lazy. It’s also often Continue reading “Hand it to Trump”
I regularly way over-process photos. I shouldn’t, because I really know better. But I do it anyway. Sometimes, it’s because the screen I’m using isn’t calibrated properly, and whilst the image looks great now, it won’t on any other device. Sometimes, it’s because the image is just a poor image, and a bit of over-processing seems at the time a great way to save it. Instead of delete it, which is what I probably should do. Sometimes, I’m just over enthusiastic, Sometimes, it’s just because I’m lazy and applying a not entirely appropriate preset is just quicker and Continue reading “Fishing Boats”
I’m looking forward to our trip to India later this year. But today I’m looking back on my trip to Sri Lanka. I spent two fabulous weeks there in the spring of 2003. Whenever I look at travel photos, books or programs, I become a little wistful. I’d usually rather be there than here. But one can’t easily be a permanent traveller.
Except, some actually do manage it. On the day this photo was taken, at an elephant sanctuary Continue reading “#TBT The Forever Traveller”
We picked up a punt from Scudamore’s that we’d pre-booked online for 90 mins the day before. You save a little money that way. About a fiver. And 90 minutes is plenty enough time. Or so says I, the punter in chief. The puntees might have liked a little longer to quaff a bit more prosecco and binge on a few more strawberries. Continue reading “Punting in Cambridge”
I’ve not been using my Fuji camera over the last year as much as I might have. There have been quite a number of occasions I’ve left it at home and used my iPhone instead. And why not? The iPhone easily fits in my pocket, which makes it a lot easier to carry around. And it takes a reasonable photo too. Nothing that matches the Fuji’s capabilities, but the Continue reading “The Wrong Camera”