The undercroft at Old Soar Manor, in Kent. Light has shone through this door for over 700 years.
The undercroft at Old Soar Manor, in Kent. Light has shone through this door for over 700 years.
I pulled up behind this enormous truck, which towered over the (not insubstantial) car I had borrowed from my in-laws. There was one person in it, the driver, on his way to work, I should think.
There are two stickers on the back. The left one says, “Out of a job yet? Keep buying foreign!” and the other, “Please don’t fly MY flag on your foreign car!”
Somehow I think that’s not the real problem…
If you’re visiting Salisbury Cathedral, and you want to make sure your photos don’t look too much like those Constable paintings, here are some suggestions:
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Just to stop my friends at home from getting too jealous, I should point out that the storm clouds sometimes gather even in Provence in the summer.
Some of the most impressive formations I’ve seen for a long time swirled overhead this morning, and the hills echoed with the low rumble of thunder.
Note that this photo was taken just before 9am this morning at the same spot as my post of a couple of days ago.
Still, I’m not expecting too much sympathy… we jumped in the pool, then had a splendid breakfast brought up by John and Fiona from the town below, and the sun is now shining brightly again…
Cambridge was a seething, bubbling broth of tourists and language students today – more than I can remember in a long time. They were trying to go in all of these directions. At once. I had to push my bike along a few streets because it was pointless trying to ride it.
Normally I know better than to go into town on a sunny Saturday morning, but I had promised myself a new camera lens. Very pleased with it so far…
I saw and liked this Python / Google T-shirt at Opentech.
(If you don’t understand it, don’t worry – it’s a very geeky joke!)
Mr & Mrs Blackie, as we’ve christened them, have been busy and have produced a second nestful of squeaking chicks in the clematis outside our kitchen window, a gang who obviously need constant feeding.
Having a strange man land in the garden in a deck chair this afternoon didn’t stop them, but they kept a close eye on me as they went about their duties.
You know how people say (when their kids reach a certain age) that they’re just taxi drivers now?
It could be worse. They could actually be the taxi!
I had great fun with my friends Martin, Hilary and Eddie today in my… ahem… two-man canoe…
Regular readers will no doubt be amused that four days after writing proudly about my iPod-waterproofing system, I bent a little too far forward while standing on a pier and my phone, which of course wasn’t in such an enclosure, slipped out of my shirt pocket.
So I ended up doing a little swimming in the Great Ouse that I hadn’t really planned, and it was actually most refreshing. For me. I haven’t yet dared ask the phone how it feels…
These three have grown fast since they fluttered down out of their nest a couple of weeks ago. Still definitely not adults, though!
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