This is the windmill that sits on top of the hill next to our house. When I see it, it says “you’re nearly home”. Yet we almost never go and see it; we’ve been once in the 5 years we’ve lived here.
Today, after a trip to the park to play ‘Bubbles in the Park’, the youngest and I had a bit of a walk with him doing ‘eenie-meenie-minie-mo’ at each junction to decide where we went. We ended up under the windmill, so here’s a picture of it.
I’d made the conscious decision to go out without my camera bag, and with just the 50mm prime lens, so getting a shot of the whole thing proved very nearly impossible. The point of the single lens was to get me taking photos I might not otherwise take, and this is very much one of them.
The last round of the 2012 BTCC season was a grey and soggy affair, with limited opportunity for decent photography. My kit isn’t amazing, so I was left shooting at high ISO settings for most of the day, and the lack of light left me struggling for focus quite a bit.
This one’s not bad though – a shot from the back section of Brands Hatch, where moisture was just hanging in the air, and spectators were slipping and sliding along muddy rivers where paths used to be.
My limited research tells me that it’s Matthew Brabham (Sir Jack’s grandson) just behind Ryan Cullen.
It’s been a tough few weeks, so we headed to London for the day for Mary’s birthday. A lovely (filling!) lunch at the Café In The Crypt at St. Martin in the Fields church in Trafalgar Square, and then a wander round the National Portrait Gallery, including both of the special exhibitions they had on at the time.
Finally, we rounded the day off with a tea and cake in the Portrait Restaurant on the top floor, with amazing scones but somewhat mintier than expected tea.
Oh, the view out the window was quite good too.
An interior shot of the St. Vitus Cathedral in Prague, the seat of the Archbishop of Prague.
New Year’s Day, and after a frankly horrible couple of weeks, we decided what we really needed was a good old fashioned yomp through some muddy woods, so we set off for Blean Wood. We’ve been there once before, and got suitably muddy and rosy cheeked, so it seemed like a good bet.
This time, we didn’t bother with anything so simple (or sensible) as a glance at the route map before setting off – we just kind of picked a direction and went. And went. And kept going. And then it started to get dark. And then smallest boy started to complain of sore feet (he’d filled his wellies with water within about 2 minutes of setting off, and his cold, wet socks were starting to irritate). And then I realised that the thing on the map I’d been aiming at was not, in actual fact, the car park, but was a mobile phone mast. (They look surprisingly similar).
And then we took a common sense pill, made for the nearest proper path, got to the road, and walked straight back to the car.
It was, surprisingly, exactly what we all needed.
Flares, maps, strobe lights and compasses all very welcome, and expected 🙂
A walk through the hills and past a couple of lakes. I went to Wales with my school when I was a lad, and we did a very similar walk along nearly the same path then, too.
A particularly arty shot from a trip to Wales to see the in-laws back in 2006. It makes me think of a mid-90s britpop album cover.