2020 Week 1 – Low Sun

A walk in Riverside Park in St Neots yielded some low-sun shots that I wasn’t expecting to be successful. I worked at the positioning of the bikers and skaters, but I was very pleasantly surprised at the dynamic range available from my new Fuji X-T30.

The pond shot is from Wimpole estate, a low reflection shot towards the Wimpole Folly.

Silhouetted boys on half-pipe

Scooters on the half-pipe in Riverside Park, St Neots.
Pond reflections
Wimpole Reflections

Week 41 – St Neots

I broke the valve stem off one of my bike tyres so visited St Neots for their bike shop (Broken Spoke).  While in St Neots I found the High Street closed off for a parade: the local Royal Air Force Air Cadets were being granted the Freedom of St Neots in a ceremony in the main square.  I had a look at the officials and the audience.

The audience and officials at a parade in the town square
Commander’s speech

The audience and officials at a parade in the town square
Being watched

On my way through town I noticed this couple on a bench; that could be me before too long . . .

Two elderly individuals take a rest on a bench in a town in England
The future

And here is a happy announcement, seen on the side of the road in the middle of the countryside:

A model of a stork announces the arrival of a baby on the side of the road
Happy Announcement

Week 40 – Polluting Traffic on our Street

You have about 2 minutes’ warning on our street when one of these highly powered polluters is approaching.  They whistle occasionally, but it’s the sound of the wheels, rubber covers barely effective at muting the trundle, that tells you a steam traction engine is not far away.  And although the smoke is probably much worse than most diesels on the road, the sight and sound of these machines are balm to the soul.

A steam traction engine approaches past a line of modern cars parked on the side of the street.
Gamlingay steam engine

Two men operate a steam traction engine
Gamlingay steam engine

2017 Week 9

Again, Cambridge is a great place to find photos, even while you’re engaged on errands of any sort.  I had to visit for an eye test and heard this chap playing the piano on the top floor of the Grand Arcade.  He sounded very good . . .

man at piano
Cambridge – piano player



Then down to the opticians, where they were not ready for me so I wandered around the market (again).  The “gig economy” is in the news again, so I found it interesting that these three Deliveroo riders were at a loose end, if only for a short time.

Cambridge-delivery riders









And there was this quite dandyish individual running a flower stall.

man in hat next to flower stall
Cambridge flower stall



A wander around the smaller streets not far from King’s College or the market  often yields interesting scenes.

Lady in window of café




















Finally, on my way back to my car, here were two players of the piano; they weren’t as good, but they were having fun.  Note the single-buttock perch.

Cambridge –piano player












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Late Winter in the Algarve

I visited the Algarve last week, flying from London Luton on the 0625 departure to Faro.  That’s early, but there were plenty of people, travellers and workers in the cafés of the departure area of the airport.

People at a food bar with posters behind.
London Luton Airport food court

I visited my mother in the countryside, taking her to places that she cannot easily access; she liked Praia da Faro, not far from the airport, on a beautiful day.

Beach with couple walking
Sea, sand and sun on Praia da Faro

A portrait at post-prandial coffee in Olhão, a fishing port on the Atlantic.

Lady and coffee cup.
Savouring a media-leite coffee.

Olhão is a fishing port with a small fish market.  It was being cleaned at about 3:30 in the afternoon.

Men in a market with wet floor in Portugal.
Fish market after hours, Olhão

Tavira is a Roman town straddling the river.  There was an accordionist busking on the Ponte Romana.

An accordion player on the Roman bridge in Tavira, Portugal
Ponte Romana busker

My mother eats frequently at a small restaurant/bar in Moncarapacho.  Here some locals are preparing to eat flaming chorizo, presumably after it has gone out.  It was a very cheerful prospect . . .

2 men eat watch flaming chorizo, people watch in café.
Evening meal in the Algarve

The surround countryside is very quiet in places.  This neglected tractor has been there for at least 12 years . . .

Old tractor in grass
Old Tractor.

Bucolic scene

2017 Week 5

We’ve had a misty or foggy week, pretty similar to the previous week, but now it’s getting serious: flying is out of the question when the visibility is this bad.  And this old bird has been grounded since the 1950s, as I understand it.  I flew Hunters, single and two-seat, as part of my training, and I’d love to see this one fly again  – preferably with me at the controls . . .

Hunter gate guardian

Jet fighter
Hunter gate guardian


I had another visit to London a couple of days ago, this time on the occasion of a reunion – to see old friends and colleagues after many, many years.  Again, London provided plenty of opportunity for different photos:

King’s Cross people

London pub – outside drinkers

Seen on the street


And here is the scene at the venue for the reunion: a former bank is now a pub with a large ground floor – plenty of space for a group of friends and colleagues to reminisce.  We’ve known each other for many years; the beer was good, the stories better than ever.

Knights Templar – Fin Fest