Category Archives: Routine

After the Festival

The clean up continues

and gradually the river returns to normal

The Canada Geese on Patrol

Whilst a few ducks enjoy the sunshine

sitting by the river

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It should be Sunday

Only it’s Bank Holiday Monday. The only sounds heard are the wood pigeons calling out to each other.  The roar of a car engine momentarily shatters the peace. The car speeds by, the occupant apologetic.  It feels like a Sunday even though the refuse truck has been and gone. No Bank Holiday for them.  It feels quintessentially British. A throw back to the television shows from the sixties that I would watch endlessly as I grew up. Any minute now John Steed and Emma Peel would appear, roll opening credits……

It feels earlier than it is, the sun is still hiding behind low cloud, perhaps hiding in a game of hide and seek that only its playing.

There is a stillness in the air, it still feels like it should be Sunday…..

An Early Morning Mist

The dawn chorus has not started except for a few pigeons,  a solitary robin and the crows.  The shadow of a cat guard sitting on guard upon the garden wall.  In the distance? comes the muffled sound of a door opening and closing. The ears on the cat prick up and he turns his head to the direction of the sound.  He stands up, stretches as only cats can on a 6 foot high wall and with a quick lick and promise, he returns to his guard duty.

The mist is slow to clear, its warm and muggy, the sun struggles to break through. The neighbourhood cats walk on by, house to house, over walls and garden fences.  Every now and then one will stop, distracted by a bird, an opening window or perhaps the sound of their humans preparing food.  Its Saturday, the day of no real routine. Cats like routine…..

Sunday

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

A Sunday Morning Walk

The early morning mist hung around this April morning, so these images look as though they were taken earlier than 11am.
It was so quiet as I walked through the churchyard, then I heard the distinctive sound of crows  and a dog barking in the distance.

 

It was a little chilly (compared to yesterday) but a pleasant walk to recharge the batteries and ready for the following week.

Sundays

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

A Sunday Morning Walk

It was a little chilly out side yesterday (Sunday) so I took a brisk walk rather than my usual saunter.

However shortly after this photo was taken, it began to rain which turned very quickly into sleet.