Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
So as my Twitter followers will know, I went for a stroll down by the Water of Leith yesterday, watched the pretty birdies and broke the first rule of photography - didn't take my camera. #headslap
To make up for it, I went back today with camera in hand and took a few snaps.
As usual, click to embiggen.
The only thing that spoiled it for me was trying to get a shot without the assorted prams, bicycles and shopping trolleys that have been discarded in the river over the years by gormless vandals.
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Some time ago.
Dad worked on the top floor of a four-storey telephone exchange. There were no lifts (elevators), but the exercise he got from climbing the stairs every morning was still preferable to the drenching he'd regularly received while fixing junction boxes in the streets of Edinburgh.
Be that as it may.
One day, a uniformed police officer turned up by his desk, puffing and wheezing.
"Good day, my good man," or words to that effect, said the filth. "Would that be your car parked on the pavement downstairs, only it's causing an obstruction?"
"Would that be the silver Bentley?" asked Dad innocuously. Dad never drove in his life.
"Ah, no sir," replied the pig. "It's a blue Ford Escort. Sorry to have disturbed you."
And off he went.
Five minutes later, with much pounding on the stairs, the rozzer was back, gasping for breath this time. "Sir! Sir! There's no silver Bentley down there!"
"Oh, my God, it's been stolen!" Sharp as a pin, was Dad.
So then he made poor PC Plod go back down again, have another look to make sure, come back up and prepare to take a statement before declaring, "Ah, wait, the wife said she would be taking it today to fetch the shopping."
He would have loved Robin Cooper.
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
So I noticed that this week my sex change was commented on in Scottish Roundup, juxtaposed with the most excellent Scotland In The Gloaming. Seriously, I'm not worthy, but that won't stop me
nicking their name linking to them for this post.
Be that as it may, I was at a "do" up near Bathgate a couple of weeks ago on one of the few days it didn't rain. A professional photographer had warned me not to bother taking my camera, since there was nothing to see but scenery. Yes, of course I ignored him. Was it worth it? You decide.
Those cows totally knew I was there.
I rather enjoyed climbing over the wall to get this picture with the sun directly behind the lamp.
Well, I say 'loch'. 'Artificial reservoir' doesn't have quite the same ring to it.