This week was one of working towards the General Election. I delivered some leaflets to all 80-odd houses on an estate in my village. This is not the estate, it’s the main street, with a former pub (now an Indian restaurant) in the background. The Election was a waste of money, but the result was reassuring . . .
And I found a church in a beautiful setting by taking the long way back from where I fly at RAF Wittering:
I booked a day’s workshop with ImageSeen, to be held at Westonbirt Arboretum. It was called Impressions of Westonbirt, and the subject was closeups and “intentional camera movement” (ICM); but it didn’t really matter as it was going to be good to concentrate on photography, whatever the subject matter. In the event it was very good fun and quite rewarding; I learned a few new techniques and remembered a few old . . .
Westonbirt is not far from the “oldest town in England”, Malmesbury, where are situated some historic buildings and their gardens. The Abbey House Gardens was a delight.
I took much fewer good shots this week, but I kept up the shooting nonetheless. This is ranunculus, I gather.
This seemed to be tempting curiosity somewhat, but I took the photo anyway.
We visited a pub in Kings Cliffe, the Cross Keys; this beer was locally brewed to the landlord’s specification and it was delicious! The jar contained a sample for people to see how it looked before buying.
We were in Malmesbury for a few days, a lovely town in a beautiful part of England; I’ve long wanted to take a photo like this, rather like some of the archetypal scenes from the 1960s . . .
A visit to Bath is something I haven’t for many years; it’s a beautiful place and the Abbey a great place to visit. The floor of the Abbey is collapsing owing to the deterioration of the graves beneath it and some serious repair has to take place. But in the meantime it still looks great.
Finally, lunch at Le Comptoir Libanais was well worth it, both for the food and for the visual impression.
Back to Westonbirt arboretum and I had a go at twisting the camera during a longish exposure.
Before finding this charming couple at the restaurant, clearly enjoying each other’s company . . .
When bluebells bloom in our woods (we have 5 or so ancient woodlands near us) it brings more visitors to see the sights. Unfortunately, some of the visitors let their dogs loose to trample the flowers, while others walk through the patches to get a better photo, each of which activities can ruin a patch of bluebells for later visitors; but I managed to get to Waresley Wood before too many new paths had been trodden.
Two small people whom I know quite well also enjoyed a walk in the woods.
And I happened upon a practice flying day at Old Warden airfield, near Biggleswade. It’s the home of the Shuttleworth Collection.