THE DEFINITION OF CHAOS (29/07/10)

I’m not talking philosophical mathematics…..Butterflies flapping wings in the Amazon jungle causing tempest and destruction in Asia……….No this is chaos in reality or rather in Barney as the locals refer to Barnard Castle, suits me, saves wear and tear on the fingers. Bragging again…………Finger!

Today started much as any other up with the sparrows, fired up the coffee pot, took the dogs for a quick pee this time remembering that anything is fair game for a dog, tents, BBQ’s, water buckets absolutely anything that stands more than an inch proud of the terrain. Caffeined and cerealed we went for a walk.

   Plenty of cloud around but it threatened no more than a quick shower.

    This mini flock followed us for five minutes…..They obviously thought Alfie was one of them being abducted on a lead.

  Alfie met his first horse, or the first he has encountered in my company, thought it was a magnificent beast till in exhaled loudly down it’s nose at him. Had he been younger and taller he would have leapt into my arms. Induced the desired result in him. Never equated horses with laxative properties. Back to the van to collect gear for a wander round town.

Now had I one iota of perspicuity I could have foreseen the consequences of combining two West Highland Terriers on extending leads, a camera, a tripod and a cable release in a busy tourist town in the high season. I haven’t so here is Barney shot handheld in HDR under extremely difficult circumstances.

I never thought war photographers had it easy but they should try this.

    The market hall or whatever. I will get back and shoot from inside looking out. The Parish Church looked good so without further ado off we scrambled. Tied the dogs to a railing and went inside. I usually take Molly in with me but knowing pee is alkaline and oak is acid decided that Alfie should remain outside. Seemed a pity to ruin centuries of patina! It’s not a particularly interesting church, just as well I hadn’t been in five minutes when synchronized yipping had me out. Some daft bugger had switched on the lawn sprinklers and every twenty seconds the dogs were getting a wash.

   I include this to show that even I make mistakes. 1 for content……..0 for artistic achievement and the same for star quality. it does however prove I went into the church.

The Bridge over the Tees a magnificent structure which demands further attention. It has a weight limit of seven point five tons or maybe tonnes, near enough for me and the truck. Didn’t fall down yesterday so we must be all right.

Finally a picture of Barnard Castle or a small corner of the remains of it. I did promise a proper post and I am well aware quantity does in no way equate to quality. What you get, as always, is what I get.

This is a really exciting if chaotic town to be in, too busy at this time of the year but a bad workman will always blame………..Anything!…Absolutely anything! Be kind to me.

All the best have fun.