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Every so often, a combination of great light, sudden movement and shallower than intended depth of field absolutely nails it:
Is it just me, or would this dude, scaled up, make an awesome Who monster?
Many thanks! And here’s another(growing beneath a blackthorn hedge that backed onto a garden). A friend suggests lesser periwinkle.
CAUTION: These rocks are Silurian:
A few years ago a violent storm unearthed the thing is this images (click for more). Those aren’t rocks, but petrified trees from a long-since inundated forest. It is quite unlike anything I’ve seen and downright alien (but probably too precious to be used for any TV shows we might admire):
On an unrelated note, those old enough to remember the spoof posters and tee-shirts you could buy from the ads in Melody Maker by enjoy this update of Fly United, courtesy of Dyfi Osprey Project:
@mudlark @thane16 @janetteb @winston
For preference they should be eaten with lemon juice and sugar
By which you mean that is how you prefer them. Much as lemon and sugar gives me warm memories of mum, pre-diabetes I would happily swamp them in maple syrup, for the simple reason that maple syrup is the greatest creation of nature But there are innumerable ways to enjoy them. The menu from this place:
Illustrates: Sweet or savoury
(moved to pub)
Ta for the kind words. It was an unexpectedly challenging shoot, since for the first week of March the sun was high and bright, so contrast from heavy was a real problem.
The pancake race itself has run since 1445 and is open ONLY to the women of the town (pop c8000). Legend has it that it started when the wife of a baker got so wrapped up in making pancakes that, on hearting the shriving bell, she suddenly realised she was going to be late for church, and legged it pancakes still in hand. Hence the race starts at 11:55 and ends with a kiss from the verger. The A509, a primary road, is closed for 30m minutes for the race.
(for those who don’t follow the music thread, this is what we are babbling about)
I tried to find the lyrics and discovered that the lyricist went through their own conversion – quite a story.
Written in Olney, and one of the Olney Hymns.
And with that in mind, gratuitous excuse to show photos from this year’s Olney Pancake Race (annual since 1445).Click pic for more:
