It’s Sunday. Growing up in my household, it was always the day when not much happened. It was the day when cars were washed (by hand) Usually by me to earn a little bit of extra pocket-money. Newsagents opened for a few hours. Definitely closed by 1pm. Teenagers worked on their bicycles or if they were old enough on their first car. You could smell the roast dinners cooking in each household. One of our neighbours would always pass over the fence the chicken giblets for our cats to eat (we had three)
One of our cats loved cooked chicken so much so she would sit down in front of the oven as it cooked!
Once lunch was finished, the afternoon was usually the time for a trip around garden centres and DIY stores. I never really enjoyed these trips as a youngster as I suffered with hay-fever and was allergic to a lot of things contained within them. We often would go out for a ‘drive’ to nowhere in particular.
I wasn’t to know that years later these little trips around Bedfordshire would be a great help in my working life right up to the present.
One of the places we would go to was right on our door step so to speak. Bedford River. The Great Ouse.
The view from ‘The County Bridge’ better known as Prebend Street Bridge.
The view facing the Town Bridge
The view of the Town Bridge from the opposite direction
John Bunyan boat cruising on the river.
A classic shot of the suspension bridge
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Mondays, Tuesdays ………. it doesn’t matter what day of the week it is. I just love to photograph birds.
Sometimes it’s easier to count the family members than others.
Or seeing where they have decided to build a nest this year
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Tagged Bedford, Birdwatching, Local Nature Reserve, Moorhen, nature, photography, River, River Great Ouse, Summer, swan
After the Beast from the East I am looking forward to Spring
Because you never know what you may see.
I work in a building on the riverbank, and if I glance through one window I get to see……
Waiting to Strike…..
Unfortunately I only had a camera phone to take the pictures. Usually I would only see one or two (not six) by the boathouse on pontoons the other side of the river.
I often get to see a heron waiting patiently ready to pounce for its lunch, when I go for mine.
As well as Swans and the Canada geese…..
Others too……. like to frequent the river
And then Homeward Bound…..
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On my walks, be it along the riverbank at lunchtime, or on a birdwatching trip to a local nature reserve or country park; you will always find trees.
They may not always be the focal point of the shot.
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Tagged Autumn, Birdwatching, Inspiration, journey home, nature, photography, Trick of the light, Walking, Winter, Writing
I have been looking through some old shots and have found quite a few of Great Crested Grebes.
Maybe one of these days I will be able to capture their incredible courtship display.
Whenever I go out whether its to the shops or on one of my walks around a nature reserve or my usual lunchtime walk along the riverbank, I take the time to take a look around at my changing surroundings.
A new bypass has opened on my journey to work, which I don’t need to use but it has the knock on effect that my journey time has increased.
The riverside has changed a lot in the last few years, with building being demolished, new buildings taking their place and the addition of a new river bridge.
Nature changes from season to season. Leaves change colour, Flowers bloom, birds build nests and eggs are laid and chicks .
This time of year is a good time to watch birds feeding at bird tables.
And in Spring you can see
If you take time to look.
I find going for a walk clears my mind and often inspires my writing. I also get to meet the most interesting people, from avid birdwatchers who are more than happy to share their latest sightings, to the artist who paints what he sees.
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Tagged Artist, Birdwatching, Inspiration, Lontailed Tit, meeting people, Moorhen, nature, River, Robin, Sheep, Walking, Winter, Writing