What can I say, there are Ducks at Camelot and this is one. Let's face it where there's water there are ducks and this is no exception so meet Mr. Duck and say hello... say hello then!
The Hotel in Camelot being an old style hotel and by that I mean it has lots of nooks and crannies to have look in, it has entertainments, several bars, suites, restaurants and more twists and turns from your reception to your room that you would take on an average commute (these are not bad things please note I like these sorts of things, also make it more interesting when you're three sheets and trying to get back to your room). Incidentally after hiring a Sherpa to help us to the room we found that we were only ten yards (line of sight) from where we started, if only we could go through brick the trip would have been much shorter, just probably less fun. Even then there was a shorter route than that which we were given.
Anyway this is a view from the games arcade with air(flow) football or whatever you call it which was played muchly along with the other arcade games and then as you can see in the picture, this happened, so we had to stay put and play a few games. As usual on quite hot and sunny days it was a quick hammering and it stopped dried and external activities were resumed.
After the fun and the funificatiousness off Park Philips Park comes the fun and funificatiousness of Park Hall or Camelot as you Earth people know it by. A hotel is in the park more or less with a waterfall to make the place look like... Switzerland I assume. It's a really nice hotel by the way even though it is 3 star (mind you we liked lots of 2 star hotels in Italy, they were basic but pretty good fun to be in, then again there were some bad ones too).
Weddings seemed to be the order of the day so we were a bit crowded out but still, a very interesting hotel, just a pity we forgot to pack swimming trunks or on the Saturday night I'd have had a dip in the pool, something I always try to do when the opportunity arises, however a few pints later after landing it was a good job that I couldn't be bothered finding a swimwear shop.
Not a great photo with the DV5 but it'll do for the purpose. Another archive pic. Never thought much of it at the time, but it sort of prooves what a strange city Manchester really is. One view is a view of a train track that stops (Train Terminates Here). One side there's an expanse of fields and another you have the pylons with a where the wires sink into the ground because of a generator and new fantastic flats. All within a few minutes walk from the new Stadium, and all a few minutes walk from the canal and a graveyard and park that once in the middle of you might be somewhere else. Here however you can hear the traffic and some of it feels oppressive.
More archive pics I am afraid. Yes I am back, but with work and stuff there’s little time to get things moving. Tomorrow I shall probably be working again, despite my wish to find and picture all all pencils in Manchester since my wife found one on Wilbraham Road.
Despite my long stay away I have been keeping up with all the web going’s on and have been criticized that despite the fact that I have said this is not a blog that I have now (paridoxically) produced a blog! I say there are two sorts of people in the world, the hypocrites and liars. OK criticized is an emotive word I should have said it has been noted.
As far as the world of the web is concerned it is just as much of a commodity as it was before Crash V1.0.
As far as this picture is concerned it is a picture of the wheel in Manchester in December before it was cleared to give way to the screening the World Cup, which was then stopped after the first screened match due to trouble and now Manchester City council (who I believe were to be given money to keep the wheel but declined) are now going to reinstate the much loved wheel. I like this picture, one of those random, “will it come out… I don’t think so… oh look it looks rather nice… which way up is it” pictures.