Greylag Geese

The days are fast warming and while the lovely days are here, we are spending much of our time at our local nature reserve. It’s a great way to spend a retirement, especially if it has a well equipped coffee shop that does fuel injected coffee and is warm and cosy.

A quick snap of some Greylag Geese launching themselves into the air in search of supper before bedtime.

Photographing a rainy day in February.

My new to me photography group had planned to meet in town to do a little street photography.

It started to rain half an hour before I left the house. Up until a few days ago Wednesday was meant to be the most perfect of blue days, the best of the week, what transpired was quite the reverse. It rained and it rained and then it rained a bit heavier some more.

But none of us cried off and despite the rain it was the best of days.  I met up with a fellow photographer on the bus and we gaily talked photography as the bus trundled through the rain – did I mention it was a bit wet.  After meeting up with everyone else we went our separate ways.  It was fun, every so often one would meet up with a photography pal and exchange weather related pleasantries and soon enough it was time to meet for tea and cake and R and I placed our soaked cameras in our bags, as the rain was so heavy by this point it was just ridiculous and we trudged down the town passing other soaked to the skin pedestrians.

We all looked like drowned rats as we stripped off heavy with rain coats, hats and scarfs and were very appreciative of our steaming hot cups of tea and coffee along with cake.

Just a couple of my snaps of the day. rainy-day-leamington-feb-2017-1-2 rainy-day-leamington-feb-2017-1 rainy-day-leamington-feb-2017-1-3

Birmingham Chinese New Year 2017

Firstly I must apologise for the tardiness in putting up this post, I’ve been feeling rather out of sorts of late and haven’t been able to concentrate on things, but I suspect as the light lengthens with the days, so my gloom will dissipate.  Well that’s the plan aided by long countryish walks with a daily blast of fresh country air and fresh fruit and vegetables, just not courgettes or lettuce, oh well, it will have to be a lovely locally grown British stew, it will be such a hardship, rolls eyes.

A couple of weekends ago hubby and I went to Birmingham to welcome in the Chinese New Year, what with it being the year of the Rooster, of which hubby is one. We took the train and had our fingers crossed that we would get a dry day, but by the time we arrived in Birmingham it was teeming down, fortunately hubby could remember where the nearest Jessops was and they had a rain cover for my camera so at least I could carry on snapping.

It was wet, very wet at times and it was cold, and I needed food, I never photograph well when I am hungry. I think my brain needs fuel to think creatively, I survived on hobnobs whilst doing the tailoring degree, as did most of the students, well that and oatcakes when the sugar levels rose too high.  So I braved it out aided with a couple of chinese snacks for four hours and it was a lovely experience, but when enough was indeed enough hubby bundled me into a taxi and took me to Brindley place to see what we could see.  We had tried to get into a Chinese restaurant but as you might imagine, the queues were a Chinese dragon long.  We found a lovely Thai Restaurant The Thai Edge and had a delicious meal, styled on a buffet, but one of elegance and fine dining, with just a few well made dishes of each course to choose from, it was some of the best thai i’ve ever eaten,  before being bundled into another black cab back to New Street, a quick peruse around Oliver Bonas, Foyles and Hotel Chocolate, a combination of the three best shops on a Sunday afternoon a girl could wish for, before catching our Virgin train home. It was truly a lovely day.

Here are a few snaps of the day, I hope you get the overall atmosphere of the day, enjoy. birmingham-chinese-new-year-1 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-2 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-3 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-8 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-7 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-6 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-5 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-4 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-9 birmingham-chinese-new-year-1-10


My first Audio Visual.

My new to me photography club is having an Audio Visual and Panels competition in a couple of weeks and to that end we had a guest speaker last night who was very knowledgable and took us through the basic first steps of making an Audio Visual film.

Let’s put it this way, I was hooked from the first moment that the films came on I imagined some lovely ideas as to what to do with the piles of photographs that I take on a day out. None of them worthy of storytelling or a competition on their own, but like this, they would become magical.

I bought the software and this afternoon I have put together my first film.  The photographs need straightening so try not to get too sea sick, this was more an experiment with the equipment rather than making it picture perfect.

A Day out at Deal.

British Motor Museum.

A couple of weeks ago my new to me photography group had a day out at the British Motor Museum to practise our photography.  I think this trip was more for the boys,  I couldn’t complain even though I am a non driver and being the least interested in cars person I know. It was warm and dry and there was something of the nostalgia of a by gone era about it and apparently the days out tend to be a bit top heavy in the English Heritage houses and gardens department when the weather picks up, so all is fair in love, war and photography.

gaydon-2There were two sections open to the public, the ground floor of the Collections Centre which houses the Jaguar Heritage Collection and the main part of the museum which allows  for interaction with some of the older cars, bums were parked on very old leather seats. hubby-1I think hubby rather enjoyed the idea, I could just see him tootling around our country town. gaydon-1And after I got over the shock of paying to go and see cars, I must suggest the nearest safari park next time, much more me, I started to enjoy myself.  There were some interesting colours of the cars, gaydon-4 gaydon-3some really pretty duck egg blue’s which would be lovely today instead of all the boring greys we seem to have.gaydon-5Or how about a quick spin with Lady Penelope and Parker, Thunderbirds are Go!gaydon-6Or how about a fanciful daydream about breaking the land speed record, there are several MG’s to choose from. busAnd I really loved this very old bus, it was just gorgeous. past-and-present-engineers-_There were engineers both old and new. the-queens-jag-_And one of the Queen’s old Daimlers. jaguarAnd a very fierce looking jaguar.

Actually it was lovely to look at all the old cars and see how designs and comfort has changed over the years. The engineers who look after the cars pop over quite regularly and explain how  some of the engines worked, I could feel the wind as that information flew over my head, hubby seemed to nod in the right places though, they were very happy to help.

And the best bit is as we Gift Aided our ticket, our tickets are valid for 12 months, (apart from a few special days) and do you know, I think I might just do that – how’s that for a turn around from a not interested in cars person.


#Walk1000miles 2017

Having worked through my Cultivate Power Sheets and found my word for 2017 is Freedom, it was time to embrace the essence of the word with the freedom to just be and enjoy a little me time when #Walk 1000 miles 2017 came floating through the ether and seemed to fit the bill perfectly. I am not saying I won’t walk with hubby, of course I will, but I do so enjoy solitary walking and it is time I gave myself permission and the freedom to enjoy it. 

1000 miles divided by 12 equals 83.33 recurring, I do love the magic of a recurring number, I digress, which means when I look at my mileage so far this month, 36.5, that I have some catching up to do. (I haven’t added the mileage from days where I clearly haven’t got out of bed!, just the ones with a decent amount of activity on them).

As tempting as it is to always walk in the daylight, I am also giving myself permission and the freedom to walk at night, possibly very late at night, this time with hubby.  I am curious as to what wildlife I may discover, I can hear the foxes deep in the night calling to each other and the tawny owls screeching from the direction of the castle, what is to stop me going off for a little explore, apart from my warm and comfy bed. I know from many late night car journeys where the muntjac deer appear in our headlights, a walk along that road late at night would be very promising and early mornings bring about a warren of rabbits on the way up to the allotments, I may even see a hare!

Along with the wildlife I will enjoy seeing the seasons change in much more technicolour than from the comfort of a speeding car.  The seasons change in so many ways, the warmth of the sun, no matter how weak on the skin, the blast of a chill in the air, the smell of the first crocuses or the damp mouldy smell of autumn, I shall enjoy it all.

1000 miles, here I come.


28 years!

oak-tree-landscapeWhen I married my lovely hubby I knew that out of all the men I had dated, he was like a mighty oak, compared to a bramble patch, that he would never let me down and he would always look after me, and he has. I didn’t really know anything at 22, who does! but I knew that.  We have weathered storms and enjoyed the sunshine and now we are reaping the benefits of a long life together, with deeper understandings of the other and a love that goes to the bottom of my soul.

Happy Anniversary darling xxx


A breath of fresh air.

It was time to stretch my legs today after a couple of days of being cooped up.  Oh how I love to breath the fresh Warwickshire air as I  trundle towards what in my opinion is the best spot in the world, new camera lens in hand, ready for the testing. abbey-fields-jan-2017I love that ancient wall so much, it is a wonderful place to rest against, deep in its shadow on the hottest of summer days.

Truliest the happiest of Happy Fields.