"The cold grey sea waits forever"

The day after Steve and Tanya's wedding party (part deux), we stayed on in Bournemouth, and walked the two miles back to our car in lashing rain that soaked us to the bone, then drove home in a steaming car.

This shot was taken just along the coast from Mudeford Spit, a beautiful part of the country. My folks owned a chalet on the beach (and the only way to get there was to walk through the woods and take the "noddy train" to the beach). Fantastic memories...

A Table Mountain Sunset

The very tip of Africa under your feet, you sense the full weight
of a dark continent at your back.

Looking down at the waves below, you trace a line to the horizon,
where two oceans collide.

Past that point, no further land just water, ice, and the bottom of the world.

Close your eyes, feel the warmth of a setting sun on your face. Waves crash from a sea of gold on the rocks of Camps Bay.

And blue shadows creep across the landscape,
encasing the continent in the soft stillness of night.

Facelift for MkII

Uncle Ken's Ford Escort MkII needed pretty significant reconstructive surgery, courtesy of Mike, to make it road worthy for me to use at Leeds Uni. As it happened, I didn't pass my test until after graduating, and ended up taking it to Herts Uni for my Masters, where it lost a back wheel in St Albans, sparks flying from the axle, me parking on the pavement to find a slightly confused pedestian, carrying said wheel, "excuse me, but is this your wheel?" (errr, let me check...).