Category Archives: Memories

Before the Festival

There will be plenty of photos of the Bedford River Festival, so I thought I would post a few photos before the estimated three hundred thousand visitors descended.

Though some arrived early

and some were practicing

whilst others stayed on guard

and enjoyed a snooze………….

and the youngsters had a good look around

Come back later to see after the River Festival

 

 

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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…..

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

Woburn Abbey Gardens

Just a few photos from last years day trip to  Woburn Abbey and Gardens

As you can see this little chap was more than happy to pose for his photo

His friends were a little shy, though they are very vocal birds

These next shots  remind me of all the secret passages from all the Enid Blyton books I read as a child

It was a great day out, one I hope to repeat as there is always something interesting to see.

 

 

 

 

 

Looking Forward

After the Beast from the East I am looking forward to Spring

Because you never know what you may see.

Connecting with the Past

On a very chilly but sunny Sunday afternoon

I took a  quick walk though Foster Hill Road Cemetery Bedford

I was there to listen to a very entertaining talk by author Ruth Hogan (Keeper of Lost Things) but took the time to take a few photos with my trusty camera on my way out.

 

 

 

Don’t forget the Trees

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.