It's a weird on this. It all started on Christmas day. We looked out of the hotel room and saw this light in the sky beaming down (or more probably beamiung from groiund to the sky, but who knows). Of course you might imagine that this has happened before, I think there is a story about it, I just can't quite remember. Anyway after much discussion we decided to head out and look for the source. A couple of people said it was the Eiffel Tower, but I suspected not bearing in mind where it was in relation to the hotel. I was pretty sure it was in the Place de Vendom. It was at the Place de Vendom I started to think the light in the sky was the moon, it was looking quite likely, however I was sure that there was more to it, because in the hotel there were definately beams going up... or down. Anyway like three Shepherds on the first Christmas, however the first Christmas wasn't on the 25th and there were 4 of us, and none of us could heard sheep. Apart from that, it was quite spiritual following the light to find. A square. No not the baby Jesus, the Place De Madelaine where spotlights were being projected into the sky to a point.
Think there were quite a few good pictures taken here, but this might be the best, but who knows.
It's been quite a long day, in fact quite a long two days starting with a rather scary flight what with the horrendous wind causing turbulence and a landing that now has me cause for concern in future. A fear that I have previously escaped due to ignorance. It came as a huge surprise once the wheels hit the ground that the aircraft lurched wildly across the tarmac. Anyway, life's tough huh, the rest has just been just the usual for a Christmas in Paris. So this morning it was down the Champs-Élysées for a gander at the Christmas markets and off to the Arc du Triomph. Mind you that's a lot of walking.
Anyway, before all that that there was a bit of walking around the Louver before anyone had awoken and after that there was this pic which is a view from the hotel room. It did require me to hang outof the room hoping that I had a proper grip on the camera. Along with all of this it was put oin timer, the screen was flipped out so that I had some approximation of what I was taking. Even so I am so glad it came out so clear, with the A longish exposure with me hanging out of the window I am amzed that you can see anything clearly. Anyway, what you see is the road which comes to an end at a glass building that is the reflecting the road making it look longer, and in the distance is the Sacre Coer.
Yep it doesn't get any more exciting that this. Hartshead Pike was the destination this weekend and nothing else happened, what with this being the highlight you can imagine the rest of it wasn't really up to much. Now that's not to say that the obligatory Wikipedia article isn't interesting... well it's not really that interesting either. Quite interesting why it's there an the fact that it used to be a sweet shop but those are the highlight, but beggars can't be choosers and I'm sure the options were B&Q or Hartshead Pike and since I had already swerved a trip to IKEA that weekend I decided that all soft furnishings were to be avoided at all costs.
Blimey two pictures in one day, such lucky people you are.
This chap is from our house and not black and white believe it or not. I went out back for one reason or another and saw the moon was shining as bright as anything and splashing off the tiles on the roof next door and what with the telephone wires I thought it was a good picture... I could be wrong. Despite that by the time I got my camera the cloud started up and I stood there like a plum in my back garden for about five or ten minutes... yes that's the sort of commitment you get at Zamyatin. It was cold too, add that to the commitment stakes.
So there you go a pretty poor picture (because I would like to have got some definition of the moon but then again I don't think it was really possible, so I think I should be glad of what I got. No doubt if I showed this to my Wife I would get the usual that I get when I take a picture... “It's too dark”... you decide.
Todays trip ended up at Teggs Nose but it started out by going to the Cat and Fiddle to have a look at the climb up to the pub because it's one of the climbs in the Macc Monster which I won't be competing in but it did look interesting what with my first flush of success (as far as I'm concerned). Mind you there's a slight difference in the severity and amount of feet required this time, still you never know whether you can do something until you try. Anyway there seemed to be an event on up to the Cat and Fiddle but to be honest it didn't look like the day for it to me, it was wet and a little cold, not really the day for climbing up to the Cat and Fiddle dicing with cars on the way but then again I was in the safety of warm car. So to Teggs Nose. It's a country park with views across to Liverpool, Manchester, North Wales and Alderly Edge to name but a few. In this picture you can even see Jodrell Bank which is easier to see when you're there than on this picture but if you can see a white spot just down from the horizon and off right of the centre, the radio telescope was turning around whilst we were there making it easier to see but it was pretty unmistakable.
If you like fish and canned fish for that matter then this is for you, canned salmon is this place's business. The whole 100 year history of the cannery is detailed with a guided tour. We even had a workshop where we learnt to make leather medicine pouches as the natives would have done. Of course if you don't like fish then tough, it's all they did. I say did because it closed in the 70's and reopened later as a museum which of course it is today.
The surroundings are pretty and full of small interesting shops. On one street there was a film crew set up and ut became apparent that some of the "public" were actors for the background, obviously they weren't filming when we were passing but it was obvious there was something going on that they were a part of.
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.
With a delayed flight and an early rise it's been an eventful day, but I thought that I would add a Nikon picture as they have all been phone pictures so far. I think I got a little busy with all of the controls on the Nikon as I found a few new extra ones that I had not used before which of course confused the situation. Bearing in mind that in semi auto mode there are lots of different settings to make the exposure different I started messing with the processing options. Bearing in mind that a DSLR is a bit like a photo lab as well as a camera I got slightly distracted from taking pictures.
Anyway this is the sunset at Port Andratx. There's nothing more to say really.
With many miles behind us this is a pic at the end of the day at Port Andratx. The start of the day lead us to Arts and it's caves full of stalagmites and stalagtites which were quite impressive as they usually are. I did take some pics with the San Fran but they were pretty bad. Then to the port of Sant Jordi and a walk around it's peninsula with the sun beating down and the wind taking the edge of the heat. Then back to Andratz to watch the sun go down whilst taking loads of pictures.
Turning up today I wondered why I chose a Travelodge other than it was half the price of the last three days for the next three days. Slap bang right on a huge junction with TGI Fridays, a KFC, a Frankie and Bennies and all sort of other stuff just off the A1 I had to wonder. I was firing up my Bluetooth connection to get the hellishly slow Bluetooth PAN going when I thought. I wonder if there's free wireless anywhere. Travelodge must have one. Wrong. I was scanning the local networks to find KFC just 20 yards away has one for customers. What joy. Not the fastest thing on the planet and as secure as an unlocked barn but there nonetheless and it's not as if I'll be passing anything secret over it. Oh no someone's hacked into my connection and no knows what I'm going to publish on Zamyatin just before it goes online. Well if anyone does that they'll be after me for me wasting their time with trivial data. Anyway back to the pic.
It's the Angel of the North. Nearly as big as a Jumbo Jet apparently (in what way they don't say) and an Anthony Gormley art piece based on... Anthony Gormley I think... in fact is there piece of his work that isn't based on him? Despite the lateness of our trip due to travelling from Hull to here and the lack of great weather I thought that we might have been one of the few here, but not so. There were quite a few people but then again it is quite impressive even though I have been this up close and personal with it before.