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Radio Days and Nights

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Recently I have gone back to listening to the radio.  When I was a teenager it was always BBC Radio One. Now I tend to listen to the local BBC radio stations as I travel to and from work for the travel updates and local stories.  One lunchtime I listened as the local radio presenter was on an outside broadcast at an event and  tickled a pig!

I have become a fan of some National Talk Radio shows.  A lot of radio stations have appeared on the internet and on free-view and satellite TV  and when flick through the channels looking for something different to listen to I am reminded on those times as a teenager I would eagerly tune and retune the transistor radio looking for Radio Luxembourg through the hiss and crackle that was a.m. radio

 

 

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It’s a funny Old World

Driving home today, the DJ was talking to a guy about the International Space Station and how it would be visible in the night sky around my area.  I remembered reading a book many years ago by Arthur C Clarke which was set in the future about a boy lost at sea looking up at one of the space stations circling the planet and hoping for rescue. At the time of reading it  I don’t think Skylab was even thought of.

What was science fiction has often become fact, all be it in a different time scale, though time is relative etc. etc.

So If I see a Blue Box I just pop inside and take a look!

TARDIS

 

 

A Different Trail

Recently I went for a walk along the route of a disused railway line.  The route was well used by dog walkers and cyclists alike.  Birds sang high up in the trees and butterflies and bees went from flower to flower, the sun was shining brightly.

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Lucky I had my trusty camera

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Simple Things

A flower
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Clouds in the sky

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A sunset

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or two

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The Old and The New

Sometimes it is worth the time just to stop and take a wander around places that you often drive through on the way to somewhere else.

The Old and The New

Because you may get to see the familiar in a different viewpoint.

Reflections

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A quick snap via a camera phone and an intentional camera shake

It was a foggy evening……

When I thought of my very first ‘scary’ story……….I was about 12 or 13 and had just arrived home from school and was sent out to buy a bag of hay and food for my guinea pig…….Accompanied by my friend from next door we walked the 10-15 minute walk to ‘the shops’ following the dimly lit path around the ‘green’ as the fog swirled around us, shadows danced as muffled sounds came from the few houses along the route and my young friend said ‘Tell me a Story’

So I did…………..

She didn’t sleep for a week…….