It’s miserable outside so time to dig into the filing cabinet and find some photos taken on warmer happier days. Model number one, a cheeky blonde snapped in the back garden. The second set were taken at the bus stop just around the corner from my place. Passing motorists were most appreciative judging by the number of catcalls and car horns we got, or should that be she got. The final set shot in my usual happy hunting ground, the local rec.
Half term holiday and Big Ears is allowed a day out treat. I usually suggest a zoo, I like zoos, but this time I fancied a bit of gazing at the scenery so I said what about the British Camp in the Malvern Hills. It’s been a few years since I last dragged my sorry arse up there so I warned my younger female companions that I could well have heart failure on the ascent. My choice wasn’t well received, too much like hard work and more to the point no shops! Anyway I got my way and we reached the top with me only taking 3 or 4 oxygen breaks on the climb from the car park. It was a misty day so the views were restricted but I still love it up there. I have a little bit of envy for people who live in areas like this. They are surely fitter than the flat earth dwellers and photo opportunities are plentiful and prettier.
Though time gets you worrying my friend, it’s okay. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way.
I wish Jethro, I wish. Things are taking it in turns to piss me off again and I have a habit of turning molehills into mountains. People I know think I’m laid-back but the truth is inside I’m a nervous wreck. Being bone idle doesn’t help. Some of my problems would disappear if I got off my fat arse and did some work. This is where a nagging wife comes in handy with her retirement list of jobs that need completing but alas I have no one to crack the whip.
If you were ever unfortunate enough to visit the Chateau de Vaughan you would be shocked to find just how little space I have to work in. I always struggled to do full length shots until in a moment of madness I stood the model in the stairwell. The results were not brilliant but better than I expected and after a few more attempts with various adjustments to the lighting it has now become my default set-up when dealing with leggy young ladies.