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Ah one of the dreaded stop signs, not the most horrible ones that are 4 way stops but a 3 way... just as bad for a Brit in Canada or the US for that matter for no matter how separate a Canadian will tell you they are from the Americans, there are one heck of a load of similarities, even the massive mountains (not in this pic) that people were so proud of were actually 300 miles away in the US. But apparently everything -I was told- could be improved by the view. We were sat in a traffic jam and I was asked to note the fantastic view inferring the traffic jam was better because of mountains... I didn't agree, sat nose to tail in traffic is not great anywhere whether you have mountains or flying hippos to see. Of course in this instance the dreaded stop sign will definitely not be improved my nice scenery because as a non-native driver they filled me with dread and taking my eyes off the road for a second was not my plan as it's give way to the first person who got to the stop line. It's a bit like a queue... but with 4 or three different queues feeding in... where all of them are cars... and they're all trying to cross each other's path... and they might have guns. Yes exactly like a queue. Hey hold on I'm from the UK, we invented queuing, you can't fool me with this, "it's like a queue" business.
Needless to say, I applied my own rules to this predicament which was less like queuing and more like a logic puzzle:
If there is no around traffic then stop, pause as little as possible just in case traffic arrives and gun it. If there is traffic, possibly gun it or not dependant on how sprightly/large/quick/police-like the others are, of course try and observe the queue thing which might mean hesitate and wait for others to hesitate which might mean it was my turn in the first place in which case gun it. If this starts looking all too tricky, park on side of road as if this was out intended destination, announce to the passengers in a loud voice something to the effect of “Well I'm glad we finally got here”, get out and wait for no traffic, hurriedly pack bemused passengers back into the car and... gun it.
See it's simple.
Last weekend was a trip into London to have a walk around the Tower and a trip down the Thames which was interesting and any trip to London would not be complete without many trips on the underground which is sort of interesting but mainly a chore though it did include a trip on the DLR which is not very interesting at all really especially when we timed it right to coincide with line works so the DLR turned into a bus on Sunday. Staying just near the ExCeL Centre it was all rather new and clinical but comfortable nonetheless, but you couldn't help thinking that they had flattened a bit of London and walled it off so that straying either side of the area would mean that you would run into parts of what had escaped demolition that was less clean and clinical.
Anyway after walking for miles and miles and having rather tired tootsies it was time to force the family to walk some more to find 30 St Mary Axe or the Gherkin as it's known so after a wiggly walk though the streets (wiggly because we didn't know where we were going really and tiredness was setting in) the Gherkin was found a few snaps were taken and off again back towards the Thames to catch a boat back to Westminster Bridge to walk across the bridge to Waterloo to get on the Underground to catch the DLR to eventually stop walking. Anyway on the way back (not knowing where any of these buildings really are we stumbled upon the Lloyds building which is just yards from the Gherkin. On the underground back I fought the temptation at Canary Wharf station to insist on getting a picture of that too... wise move I think I would have had a rebellion on my hands. There are only so many buildings you can take your Wife and Daughter to before they fight back with clothes shops.
It's been a sort of busy weekend really. Packed lots of dull stiff into it that really I won't bother you about... oh if you insist... washing clothes, cycling 20 miles, washing more clothes, eating too much, walking round Manchester during the Manchester International Festival... yeah I told you it was boring but you insisted. The festival looked more like a night festival really, or we were in the wrong place so we messed about a bit, bought books and ended up in Salford via Blackfriars. Walking along towards the bridge that links Salford to Bridge Street my Wife spotted a statue looking over the Irwell, interested to see what it was about we walked back into Manchester and onto Bridge Street and there's a small relatively hidden set of steps down to nothing in particular that overlooks the Irwell. When you step down to this place there is nowhere to go but what you might call seats but nothing else apart from this statue. Very weird really almost like it was all some sort of hidden statue never to be discovered. Not sure what Joseph Brotherton would make of it being Salford's first MP. To the right of him looks horribly like a tomb with his name and the usual details you would expect on such a stone because the statue has nothing on it at all. It's also weird because I suspect the statue is actually in Manchester if you assume that Salford's boundary is the Irwell... so perhaps not strange because he's looking out over Salford.
Either way it's a weird place to put a statue more or less hidden out of the way where I'm assuming Manchester's less that healthy night life like to spend their time by the looks of it.
So what do you do on Father's day? Well you just follow what everyone else wants to do as with every other weekend to be honest. So off we went to Tatton Park despite the Touring Cars being on TV and despite the fact that I just don't like mazes I was the dupe who accompanied my Daughter in the maze because my Wife wanted to have a lie down. I have a horrible feeling that we got this the wrong way round.
To be honest there was nothing to take pictures of in Tatton, the light was bad and even the promising pictures just looked cluttered, but perhaps that's just the feeling I had today after far a late night last night. The Japanese garden looked picturesque but again there were OK pictures but they all looked a little cluttered from the outside because you can't go in, so I too a snap to add to my wood carving collection. Oh and I forgot to say that this is in the middle of the maze, not sure if this makes you more or less inclined to get there.
This is the best picture from the day today of Tom Sharp in a Ginetta at Oulton Park. Not a great day as it rained on and off making the surface tricky despite yesterday being a perfectly warm and dry day. It also wasn't perfect for Neal and Sheddon, after dominating the second race Neal decided to punt Sheddon off the track costing both of them the race and handing it to Plato.
This is back at Druids an I think they have remodelled it. Last time the trees stopped you viewing down the track to the left but this time there is a clear view which is better. All I need to do now is watch the TV version of events to see what I missed.
There has been so much going on and so little time/opportunity to take pictures. Well where do I start? I have no idea other than last weekend was a weekend in Ireland to watch Eurovision... nah not really it was a 21st which was alright and very very successful for others owing to the time in the morning that people sloped back at. Needless to saw with a 10 year old in tow it was an early night after watching... Eurovision with the whole pub behind Jedward, every time they got anything there were cheers... and I thought that people were being ironic when they said that theywatched Eurovision. For my nephew it was all too much as Iteland descended the ranks and he wanted to go home. Better luck next year
Anyway back to the pic. Of course with no camera time there was nothing to take and so here's a picture of the stained glass window in Palma Cathedral. There were a couple, one of which was the light that it projected onto one of the walls which was pretty but whilst this is less abstract I liked it better so perhaps I shall leave that for another day.
No pics this weekend. I'm assuming definitely no pics next as it might not be the best pic fest. I'm just being the perfect appendage and it takes a weekend.
This is where we went to Kenilworth Castle. Down in the dungeons I saw this. Now either this is authentic or someone is having a laugh. Either way I like the perfect carving. I don't think I would have carved this so correct and to box it too. I think the box impressed me to be honest, though they went over at the top left... but I can forgive.
Whoa such a tiring day today. Not just did we do Trentham Gardens in a sort of mistaken identity but we did the Monkey Forest next door too. Now I'm shattered since we walked from one to the other and all around the Money Forest.
I say mistaken identity because I mixed up a load of memories and thought that that the Italian Fountain at Hever Hall was here which of course it wasn't because it was at... Hever. Either way the memories of our first trip to Trentham came flooding back.
Of course this pic is of the Monkey Forest with a squirell of course and a Monkey in the background. The monkeys are great but the problem is that every time I pointed the camera at a money they turn their backs... I think they knew. Also to be honest, one picture of a monkey is as good as another so I now have a bunch of photos of monkeys in different poses, hence this pic.
Ah ha it's nature month. Moving on from animals it's now onto flowers. Obviously I have no idea what these are because I am no gardener so I can't tell you what IU can tell you is that they are in Whitly Court's garden as this weekend has been a short tour of English Heritage places, the first of which was Kenilworth Castle but Witley Court was the more interesting with its fountain and the unfortunate fire that ultimately lead to it's ruin. The gardens at Witley are impressive and very colourful as you can see from the picture. There is even a link to where we stayed at Ansty Hall which is detailed on the English Heritage site so a full house... and yes it's a hotel now, we haven't gone up in the world unlike one of the visitors at Witley Court who seemed to suggest that he had been there, however I doubt that we would have been around pre 1937 when the fire gutted one of the halls so I can only assume he was attached to the scrap merchants who stripped the place.
Anyway back to the pic, not a great deal to say other than I cracked the zoom lens out and put it into macro mode whilst I lay on the floor but I like the picture less about the flower in focus and more about the rest of the colours in the backdrop.
Even the stone cold heart of Zamyatin says that this is cute. I have flicked through several pictures many times and this one was a dilemma because I don't want to flood the market with pig pictures.
Needless to say that this is my best pig picture, and every time I look at it I wonder if it is in focus. Does it matter because it's Liiitele Piiigs.