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I live in a camper van with a couple of West Highland Terriers for company.
My passion is photography but it is a work in progress.
I am always willing to share what knowledge I have and can be contacted through the comments on this post or e-mail ADRIAN
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Thursday, 17 July 2014

WELCOME BACK. (17/07/14)

I woke this morning, put the espresso machine on and fired up my computer. I am a creature of habit so first checked what the weather had in store for me and then went to have a look at my Blogger Dashboard.

I was delighted to see John A.K.A. Scriptor Sennex was feeling better and back blogging. image    Sorry John but I couldn’t resist the screen grab. I do not endorse Google’s sentiment and think they are being very unkind. I for one am delighted you are well enough for a post or two.

I have not decided on what idiocy to pursue today. I fancied some long exposures of the waves but there are precious few of them and those that there are fiddlin and small.

_MG_2920   Itsy Bitsy Breakers.

_MG_2916   A young Starling admiring the clover.

That’s all for now.

24 comments:

  1. HI Adrian I am sure you will find something to find to photograph today. The sea looks calm today so I hope your weather is good.

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    1. Margaret, it is okay but until lunch time was a bit grim.

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  2. Also a quiet day is a good Adriaan.

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    1. Bas, I'm having a day off today.

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  3. Bueno, ya habrá días que esté mas enfadado.
    Si puedo vendré a verte, si no...hasta la vuelta;)
    Un abrazo.

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    1. Have a good journey see you when you return.

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  4. Your picture make me long to swim in the sea, though I imagine it's pretty cold where you are?

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    1. Frances, it is freezing. Children go in but they are a race apart.

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  5. I don't do espresso, but I do fire up my tassimo within minutes of awaking.

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    1. AC, mine isn't that posh it is just a pot that sits on the stove top.

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  6. Looks like a nice spot for a wander. Fun to see the young birds about, isn't it?

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    1. It is Hilary. They are far less nervous.

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  7. These waves would not be piddling small for me! In fact, these waves would be interesting for me to watch.

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    1. Red, the word is fiddlin it comes from a wonderful poem by Marriott Edgar . Called Albert and the Lion. It is not for the faint hearted but what the hell I'll reproduce it in full.

      There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
      That's noted for fresh-air and fun,
      And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
      Went there with young Albert, their son.

      A grand little lad was their Albert
      All dressed in his best; quite a swell
      'E'd a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle
      The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

      They didn't think much to the ocean
      The waves, they was fiddlin' and small
      There was no wrecks... nobody drownded
      'Fact, nothing to laugh at, at all.

      So, seeking for further amusement
      They paid and went into the zoo
      Where they'd lions and tigers and cam-els
      And old ale and sandwiches too.

      There were one great big lion called Wallace
      His nose were all covered with scars
      He lay in a som-no-lent posture
      With the side of his face to the bars.

      Now Albert had heard about lions
      How they were ferocious and wild
      And to see Wallace lying so peaceful
      Well... it didn't seem right to the child.

      So straight 'way the brave little feller
      Not showing a morsel of fear
      Took 'is stick with the'orse's 'ead 'andle
      And pushed it in Wallace's ear!

      You could see that the lion didn't like it
      For giving a kind of a roll
      He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im
      And swallowed the little lad... whole!

      Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence
      And didn't know what to do next
      Said, "Mother! Yon lions 'et Albert"
      And Mother said "Eeh, I am vexed!"

      So Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
      Quite rightly, when all's said and done
      Complained to the Animal Keeper
      That the lion had eaten their son.

      The keeper was quite nice about it
      He said, "What a nasty mishap
      Are you sure that it's your lad he's eaten?"
      Pa said, "Am I sure? There's his cap!"

      So the manager had to be sent for
      He came and he said, "What's to do?"
      Pa said, "Yon lion's 'eaten our Albert
      And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too."

      Then Mother said, "Right's right, young feller
      I think it's a shame and a sin
      For a lion to go and eat Albert
      And after we've paid to come in!"

      The manager wanted no trouble
      He took out his purse right away
      And said, "How much to settle the matter?"
      And Pa said "What do you usually pay?"

      But Mother had turned a bit awkward
      When she thought where her Albert had gone
      She said, "No! someone's got to be summonsed"
      So that were decided upon.

      Round they went to the Police Station
      In front of a Magistrate chap
      They told 'im what happened to Albert
      And proved it by showing his cap.

      The Magistrate gave his o-pinion
      That no-one was really to blame
      He said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
      Would have further sons to their name.

      At that Mother got proper blazing
      "And thank you, sir, kindly," said she
      "What waste all our lives raising children
      To feed ruddy lions? Not me!"


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  8. Perhaps you could have photo-shopped in a word balloon - springing from the starling's beak. I wonder what he would have been saying? "I'm a starving starling darling!" or "I'm gonna poop on Adrian's battle bus!" ?

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    1. YP, They do too. I was up on the roof cleaning the solar panel yesterday.

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  9. I could have done with that sea today. So hot down here and also slow so I too have done a poem for all.
    On top of a mountain
    All covered in grass
    Was a Golden Eagle
    Scratching his.....
    Now don't be mistaken nor misled
    The Golden Eagle was scratching his head
    :-)

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    1. Douglas, excellent.
      I hear it's been a bit summery down your neck of the woods.

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  10. I don't feel clever enough to be a follower of yours today. No further comment.

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    1. Pauline almost everyone is clever enough to follow my posts. Perhaps tomorrow you will be feeling brighter. Lets hope so.

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  11. I like the foto with the bird...
    the colors in that pic are so nice and nostalgic

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    1. It was just lucky Laura. Flowers are beautiful now.

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    1. Maria, one of six and just pure luck. I flipped it horizontally as I prefer the flowers leading from the right.

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