plotting my downfall

Yes that's Toots - whom I don't get to see much these days - new playmate and all that - and darling Eve whom I get to see everyday.

Don't believe all you hear, those trees are on Lewis and the film is Polypan-f @ 200asa.

young Derek

This is my long loved pal from my dentistry days. I escaped but he still works at the bench covered in plaster and ceramic dust. He came with his wife Caroline up to Ormskirk to see Eve and I. so lovely.

Just back from a great evening at the An Lanntair arts centre for the monthy artists evening. good turn out too. talks by Photist [and maybe artist] Al Johnson, decorative artist Tom Hickman - whose wide ranging show is hanging in the gallery at the moment, poet Ron Coleman whose play is being put on at the arts centre soon and writer Tristan ap Rheinhallt. what an interesting evening it was/ Next one last Thursday in September.

I borrowed his likeness

It was his birthday after all.

Hunters

yes, well. sorry and all that.

stairs

whoa!
Writing this after returning from a fine evening with Eve and others at the Callanish Stones to hear the Nevis Ensemble play a few tunes. luckily it rained so we didn't have to put up with the ever-present midges they breed there and instead enjoyed the hospitality of the cafe there.

They started with what seemed to be a homage to Ravi Shankar's Concert for Bangladesh [yes, I am that old ! ]. then some music from some Mozart fella, and wonderful tunes inspired and from St Kilda that brought tears to the lady sitting next to me. then some more tunes and a lovely evening was had by all. thanks for the great time.

rain

Seem to have made a mistake here. Almost in focus and everything. Sorry about that, letting the side down.

The snap depicts the good weddingists, the prime movers - in this case the prof snapper, the bride and groom fleeing the corn field after spotting Theresa May coming the other way. It started raining too. Still, I think the prime snapper got his images.

cooling off

This was the cooling off cage at the venue when guests and others got over whelmed or too emotional or something. Surprisingly busy as it happens. And it wasn't even a trump owned venue.

the weeding

As it happens we were out of facinators, our hair styling had to remain uncovered - although did try to track down a couple of paper plates to do the job. I must say I liked this one styled like a birdcage with a white flying rat inside. Cool.

Did I tell you we are back home?

We are back home after negotiating what are the hell of mainland roads [and contributing to that hell]. We weddinged up Mr & Mrs Pardoe - which was lovely and, saw the Posse Ayrshire clan which was great. Visited the Irvine Maritime Museum, ate cake and got tired [then ate more kake]. Lovelee.

Since I specialise in wedding snaps, I did take a camera. I might have to show you a snap too.

Ok, here's one I prepared just now. No idea who it is but I think it was this last wedding.

boring, boring

So, do you think this bus is local or not?

Please don't mention the fact that we have been away. Does it show? Does my arse look bigger now? It should do since I've been sat in a car for years going and coming to Engerland to attend the Lovelee Pardoe's betrothal.

another bus

Not local to here.

A bus

This one is local - in the village here.

Bonky

We are off to see Bonky, Eve's delightful mother soon. And I am so looking for to it.

2012

This was a few years back. You can see what we were up to so I'll stop here.

wee housey

Found this neg down the back of this settee. Nout sure who lives there and everything but it's near Londinium, Englandshire

two tyres

Carloway pier.

they passed by closely

yesterday we enjoyed a lovely stroll on the beach - as we have done most days this week. EVe seems to be getting into this retirement lark. Had a lovely trippette to south lochs to see William and Gemma and snap up the locality - as one does. you never know, I might even have something to show for it.

bus turning

We were elsewhere yesterday

Gas cylinder with safety buoy

Lucrecia has pronounced.
This is rubbish! She didn't say that but I have translated it since she has been living in the westcountry England for far too long. "Will this be accompanied by other images ?" Lucrecia questioned. "I suppose it has a certain interest" she continued cutting me down to size with that sort of look one remembers from schooldays. I think I remember but it was a while ago. I can imagine at least. I am sure Lucrecia will make a fine teacher.

A snap with beauty from my Images of the island so you don't have to come series.

Managed a short bike ride this morning with Eve in the sunshine. On the old road bike since I had a less than enjoyable problem with the emtb. The front wheel came out while riding slowly uphill. not something I want to repeat so I am getting a torque arm for it.

Binscape on the westside

All the best binscapes come from the westside of the island. It must be the air. or the wind anyway. This is by the broch which is closed to be - not sure what really, re-roofed perhaps, or rebuilt - putting wifi in possibly. Anyway it was open this day despite me not going in. I was distracted by the bins - and who wouldn't be? Lovely placement. I've tried to replicate this type of placement at home on the east side of the island but we just cant pull it off like them westsiders.