This morning I spoke to Mr Jones whose land I had being abusing in Connich and he says he will drop me a text when the leaves turn. He was a bit short . His daughter came for lunch with the dogs and I yesterday…..Should that ‘I’ be a ‘Me’?…let I know.
Anyway she isn’t my perfect shape and at the tender age of twenty four more than I could handle. I gave her dad this URL so she’d looked and knew when I asked her to pose it wasn’t a good place to get into. She was well aware of the tone of the blog and birds are not a top priority. I told her she must be in the top one hundred I’ve ogled this year but still the little madam wouldn’t share her attributes with you….A wise girl! Broom seed pod. It was dry and hot yesterday, I was surrounded with Broom. It’s supposed to crack like a banger on bonfire night. They just sit there and open with barely a whisper. It’s a boring plant…Looks half right in spring.
We set off to Fort William. Hit Morrison's big time, the dogs have food, my tinned fruit is overflowing, I’ve one of their posh quiches with red onion and fierce,…sorry wild mushroom. Sausages by courtesy of a deer. The dogs and I are, we are …Well made up.
I’m back down at Onich. I like this bit of Loch Linnhe. even with flat light it’s half good.
This is the view from the van. I was prostrate and in pain with a tripod to focus stack this but was defeated by the wind. I can get half decent piks by substituting one clear shot into the HDR process. I can’t focus stack as well. Twenty four images down to the bin. On the positive side I managed to regain the vertical position. A lady thought I was dying, pity it wasn’t the lady from yesterday. I would have died but it would have been a happy end.
Now Mr Yorkshire Pudding. I recognise that you were my first ever follower, When I first started blogging I didn’t realize one had to follow or could. After four or five years here we are back together. You are here as an has been teacher but I also accept your criticism. Here is the Catholic Church perfect.
I know from years as an engineer that near enough is not good enough. Be aware I'm a picky beggar when it comes to straight. This one slipped thorough the net. I would like to blame Lewis Hamilton and Cal Crutchlow. They did their very best. Good enough isn’t near enough.
Finally Glo is back, I was worried she had become extinct. Not a bit of it, she’s overcome her drink and drug dependence and is back fighting what the world chucks her way.
GREAT TO SEE YOU BACK IN BLOGAND GLO..
Don’t I look the dogs bollocks. I wish…. HERE IS GLO. A damn good photo processor. She also makes old men look young….Glo, where were you yesterday afternoon when I needed you?