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Taken on a nice evening at Castle Eden, County Durham. I enhanced the saturation of the colours to create a cool evening glow.
Before heading home to spend the evening with my wife, I snapped this picture of the sun setting behind the trees.
It's snowing in Blighty again, it started here around 1.30pm and hasn't stopped. This is how I like snow, all fresh and crunchy underfoot but tomorrow it will probably be hard icy and very slippery. The sky is very orange, from the street lights reflecting off the snow filled clouds so I guess we are in for one hell of a snow fall tonight!
The sun kept coming and going behind the clouds as it was setting - I was glad to get a few great shots in the rapidly sinking sunlight.
Inside the Hotel La Quinta Roja, Garachico, Tenerife.
The most detailed English language website on the island
A quiet evening by Loch a' Chairn Bhain, a large inlet on the West Highland coastline. Over the wall to the left is a cottage which is half a kilometre from the road. Behind is Ben Quinnag. The cottage has no mod con and water is pumped up from a well. Calor gas for cooking. Oil lamps for lighting. Idyllic. (Well, it was all those years ago when this old photo was taken from spending 2 weeks living there. Best seen larger size.)
Speedball Alice (left) and Wee Willy II head out as a two ship formation for a little evening jaunt.
I had just got out of the car when I noticed the horses, I wasn't close enough to concentrate on them. They do however show another side of daily life on Dunstable Downs.
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My annual weekend trip to London, which gives me Saturday afternoon, evening and Sunday morning out and about wandering where ever I want to go. My daughters (and a coach load of ladies) are on the trip so I do have some other commitments on Saturday evening. Travelling at the beginning of November we were earlier than previous years so, although the decorations were in place, London wasn't as colourful as previous visits. I had decided to walk across to Little Venice as it isn't far from our hotel at Marble Arch and I hadn't been before. Having walked along the canal at home all summer chasing wildlife I wasn't impressed by a canal in London, it was windy so no reflections in the water and I left fairly soon. I'd seen Paddington Rail Station on the map not far away so I headed there. I got my camera out for the first time, it was fairly quiet and there weren't any restrictions on cameras (as far as I could see) I made eye contact with quite a few of the staff and smiled and nodded, as I would back home, and got quite a pleasant reception, no worries about me and my backpack and camera. I was pleasantly surprised at how clean the station was. I did a nine mile circle taking in Hyde Park , Piccadilly, Regent Street and Oxford Street. The London to Brighton run was on the following day so Regent Street was shut with many of the cars and loads of other transport related stuff on display. It was busy and the light was going so I didn't bother taking many photos. The cars were leaving Hyde Park just down the road from our hotel at dawn on Sunday but I couldn't muster enough enthusiasm to walk down even though I was up early. I grabbed some window and people shots on Oxford Street. Some of the Christmas displays were already in place, most notably Selfridge's, some of the displays were behind temporary work barriers as a new pavement was being laid and I couldn't get to the window, I decided to go back on Sunday morning and climb over them-which I did, Oxford street was very quiet just after 8.00 am and I got my shots.
On Sunday I walked a ten mile circle out to the Thames South Bank, on to the Shard and Tower Bridge. I went across in to The City and wound my way back to Hyde Park. We had really good journeys both ways and the coach driver did the journey home without a break, he was able to get back to the depot and park up inside his 4 1/2 hours driving time which I think is a first in 16 years. I walked home from Slaithwaite and rounded my weekend mileage to twenty miles, this is the furthest I've walked since I had reconstructive surgery on my right foot at the end of February. I wasn't particularly fired up for the trip after one of the most difficult years I can remember-and that's saying something-so I struggled to find something to get enthused about which is probably why I didn't take any photos at Little Venice and very few at Regents Street.