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Annual walk to find a cure for Neurofibromatosis in Hanover, VA (Richmond). So many fabulous people and such energy despire the weather. It really as a gorgeous and energizing event. :-)
had a reason to call over to Prestwich today , in North Manchester , so while I were up there I called in at Heaton Park for a walk around .
I think the last time I were there must have been about 40 years ago .
I took the shots with my Sony a7Riv and used a manual focus lens that's also about 40 years old .
These two were taken with a Minolta 200MM MC Tele Rokkor-QF F/3.5 .
The lens performed better at closer shots than it did at distant ones .
Took a walk in a park near me, posted pictures before from here in spring.
Now a cloudy day.
Taken with:
D90
Mamiya Sekor 200mm 1:3.5 m42
Edited in Capture NX
Saturday, and instead of getting up early to go to the gym, I get up early to catch a train.
Or so I thought.
Can had said we might meet up in Great Yarmouth on the 6th, but then heard nothing, so it came as a surprise to hear on Tuesday it was still on.
And after some rearranging of a family event, I agreed. Bought a new old folks railcard and ticket on Friday, and up at six, showered, dressed and had coffee, all was set.
All I had to do was catch the quarter to eight train from Dover.
Jools dropped me off, I walked in and went through the barriers, where three members of staff were hanging around.
There's no trains, one said.
He pointed to three empty platforms behind him.
But there will be, won't there, I laughed.
There's no electricity, he said. So no trains.
We're in the process of arranging replacement buses. My connection at Stratford of 50 minutes, looked in doubt.
Oh dear, what to do?
I call Jools to see if she'll take me to Ashford, as that's where staff said trains would be "normal".
She returned, and we zipped up the A20, to be met with three miles of stationary trucks waiting to get into the town. Not much fun for them.
Onto the motorway, and up to Ashford, she dropped me outside the station, and once I checked that there were actual trains running, I let Jools know and she went home.
I ended up catching the same service that would have run from from Dover, then starting at Folkestone. It was busy, but I got a seat.
Back on track.
Off at Stratford International, and instead of taking the DLR, as I had 50 minutes to kill, I walk through the shopping centre, or mall as I believe they're called these days, ignoring the endless windows full of shiny things.
Leaving Westfield, there is the arcing bridge over the regional rails and Underground lines, the sun had just risen ahead, and cast everything in warm golden light.
I walk down the steps and into the hall of the station, waiting to see when the platform for the train to Norwich would be announced.
So I people watched, the kid with the latest fashion in street ware, pushing through the barriers so not to pay, not taking his eyes from his mobile.
He had places to be.
Platform 10 in fifteen minutes, so I walk along the subway and walk up the steps to the platform, where a train to Clacton was just boarding. Not sure what was on, but the train was rammed.
Next train in was mine, so I walked to the far end of the platform, so upon arrival in Norwich I would be near the barriers.
The forecast was for rain all day, so the blue skies and endless sunshine was a welcome surprise.
Up the line, through Chelmsford, Colchester and Ipswich, where Simon got on, so we could talk on the last part of the journey up through Stowmarket and Diss to Norwich.
We walked round to platform 5 and found Cam on the train, so got on board, shook hands and waited for the train to depart.
There are two routes to Great Yarmouth from Norwich, the usual one through Acle, and the lesser used one to Reedham past Berney Arms, where the station now serves a single isolated pub, now closed, and a house or two.
And much to my joy, our train was the once daily service that stopped at the tiny station, to allow a walker to get off.
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'Wedding walk' in Orkney, c. 1923
Lots of people get together to celebrate a wedding in Orkney, in around 1923. This is the custom of the 'wedding walk'.
In Orkney, as in many places both in Scotland and in the wider world, it was the custom for a broad section of the community to get together to celebrate a wedding. This walk must have been almost the last one in the Orkney islands, as the last one was in the late 1920s.
The woman at the front of the parade is probably the bride, as she seems to have some sort of headdress with a veil down her back. 'White weddings' have only been traditional since the nineteenth century. Light coloured clothing has been connected more with being 'feminine' also since then.
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