Travel Theme:Dried

This little fellow had no idea his travelling day were over so soon…


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Weekly Photograph Challenge – Local

The Ham at Tewkesbury in Gloucestershire UK.

A huge expanse of water meadow dominated by Tewkesbury Abbey where we walk our dog Alfie, enjoy swathes of meadow buttercups in early summer, home to skylarks, curlews, gold-finches, warm breezes, and us: Tony Lynne and Alfie (and a few others)



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Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O

Water water everywhere…

Here water is contained and harnessed to drive the Industrial Revolution through networks of canals dug by hand by gangs of ‘navigators’ known as ‘navvies’. Canals were overtaken and gradually replaced by improved roads and railways. By the 1950’s the canal network had all but disappeared. Groups of dedicated enthusiasts began restoring canals and locks and eventual received support of River Authorities as restoration began to win the battle against neglect and abandonment.


Today canals and locks help us to remember our industrial past and provides us with an opportunity to enjoy a unique form of holiday afloat narrow boats on the restored waterways of the canal network of Great Britain.

Water water everywhere…

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Travel Theme: Enilghtened

You need the light to show the way 

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Weekly Photograph Challenge: Nostalgia


I’ll let the pictures tell the story of where l have been this morning somewhere between 

Toddington and Cheltenham Race Course…

There can be nothing more nostalgic than a steam railway…can there?

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Weekly Photograph Challenge: Pretend

Along the tow-path on the River Severn at Worcester is a concept translated into reality.

It’s a new building commissioned by the school, Kings Worcester (1541) to provide a base for the schools

rowing club. The architects designed a building satisfying all the requirements of a modern functioning building

and cleverly alluding to it’s function.

The building is pretending to be a boat…

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Weekly Photograph Challenge: Edge

Summer’s a fading memory as spent leaves gather. The thud of leather on willow echoes in the misty gathering distance while a groundsman remembers his lines and marks angles criss-crossing on the bright green baize, the edge of the field.


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Weekly Photograph Challenge: Mirror

I like reflections. There are limitless opportunities but not only with a mirror or with water.

Here’s a car window reflecting an exotic street scene as if it’s a mirror. 

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Weekly Photograph Challenge: Frame

A window frame, three frames for the price of one, in a tumbledown cottage in Laugharne, Carmarthen, Wales. The small town of Laugharne is where poet Dylan Thomas wrote his incomparable narrative poem Under Milk Wood in his boathouse.

Photo by me…


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Out of Place



Out of Place

You can’t choose your family only your friends. But what about neighbours?

We like our house. We like its robust construction, insulated for warmth and sound. We like the Aga, period features, bi-fold doors open to the long green garden. We’ve lived here harmoniously among neighbours watching our children grow and go. We had no plans to move but then next door sold up, cashed in, drove away without a wave.

Then came new neighbours…

They’re ordinary folk with a cat and a tiny pigeon-toed daughter with a dummy, few words and none of those polysyllabic. They watch TV with the window wide open, walk around locked into screens of sophisticated phones The bins tell us they live on take-away. It seems the adults can’t cook, don’t want to cook or have never cooked. Gran arrives several times a week in a Toyota pick-up overloaded with scrap metal, her arms full of party bags, mainly cheese and onion. Gentrification in reverse ?

They’re sedentary creatures manoeuvring their over-weight hulks slowly with a languid saunter from carrying too many calories rather than an inverted perceived superiority: neighbours think they’re lottery winners.

He runs up and down the two flights of stairs, two at a time, thumping as he goes; up and back, a zillion times a day dragging his bulk and his builders bum to find things he remembers he put somewhere; a boy in a man’s body, out of breath and soon out of life. He wears Superman T-shirts, lives to clean the car. He sprays any and all insects and doesn’t seem to have a means of gainful employment. He has no conversation nor eye-contact beyond a grunt; he may have mild Aspergers.

She gets large, grazing tables at the Hungry Horse Inn where she waitresses and complains about lack of appetite. When the car stops askew in the shared drive, doors open scattering crusts and crumbs, sweets and pop sachets, empty cans and crinkly bags. She can’t go after them as they rampage around the drive like children released in a fun-park.

The rabbit hutch didn’t last long and the outdoor sofa he made from pallets never looked cool like the ‘wannerbees’ on the soaps. They’ve resumed tipping cat litter and disposable nappies straight into shared bins choosing to ignore some carefully chosen words about coming summer. The cat with one eye has taken a liking to our garden.

They don’t know how out of place they are, nor do they care.
Now we’re beginning to feel insecure; ready to cast-off, feeling out of place.

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