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…..
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
Flicking through old photo albums, or clicking on digital images on your PC. Its the same. That moment in time when you pressed the shutter and captured that image.
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As I wander around from place to place (with my trusty camera) I see buildings old and new. Some still in regular use, and others just waiting, waiting until they are ‘repurposed’
I see a lot of churches, large and small, and I wonder if those who built them ever thought of how long the building would last.
or how these stately homes would adapt and survive
This building below
however has had many uses throughout the years.
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