Three Hundred (At Last)

Ain't it just like me to stop blogging when only two posts away from my 300th! Some posts have been visited over 1,000 times while others loiter friendless and alone. So here are some of the pictures which have been largely unseen - if "Stats" are to be believed.

 Meldreth Open Gardens - a very early outing.

Paxton Pits Nature reserve.

If those daisies look familiar it's because they're part of the title banner at the top of the page.

Berry Fen - with a bit of a tweak on the computer.

Bressingham Gardens in Norfolk - one of my Dad's favourite places.

The sky as I left off work one evening.

  And finally some death-defying snails...

What more can I say!

except

Take care

Seaside Rock

Back in the 1960s when I was "jest a little ol' boy" the young men used to visit coastal resorts at holiday weekends. Some rode scooters, dressed fashionably and liked music by The Who, The Small Faces and obscure American soul records. Scooters like this one....

They were called Mods and their arch-enemies were the Rockers who rode big motorbikes, wore jeans and leather jackets and liked music by Elvis Presley, Elvis Presley and Elvis Presley. They would have liked bikes like this, though no one had that kind of money at the time...

They'd have liked to own a car like this too...

...but usually had to settle for something more like this...

There were so many old cars and bikes around that you almost expected to see Elvis around the next corner. Blimey, who's this singing "Jailhouse Rock"?

No, I know, he doesn't look much like The King and to tell the truth he didn't sound much like him either. It's probably just as well that Elvis didn't live to see some of the army of 'impersonators' around today! Never mind, this isn't Las Vegas and everyone was having a grand time and not taking themselves too seriously.

The whole event was raising money for charity and they had picked a beautiful weekend.

"It'll look great when I get it finished. Just needs a bit more work on it."

"Do you remember the fights we used to have when we rode down here in the nineteen sixties? Mind you, I still say the Kinks were better than Elvis."

Take care.

Walking And Talking

We've wandered awhile along this path leading by Stargoose and Hanglands, those ancient fields where ancestors trod the heavy land turned by the plough. We've been travelling this way now for nearly a year and, apparently, this is post number 200. I find that hard to believe. How did we get here?

Post 100 was back in October when autumn colours were on the land. We stumbled on through the autumn mists....

....and we seem to have seen some beautiful horses throughout our travels. I know that at least one of my fellow travellers is very fond of her horses. We plunged into the very brief winter we've had this year...

....then, when home in the warm with a steaming cup of tea, I fiddled about on the computer and produced new images....

But spring began to show its hand earlier than usual...

....and we wandered from the countryside into the city of Cambridge. "This is my walk so I can take you where I like - I just hope you like it too"

We've had a story and a song or two along the way and I've enjoyed your comments too; sometimes they've suggested new places to go. We returned to the country and I got involved in the rough untidy side of things.....

....but then the weather turned warmer and flowers burst forth....

....Mr Fox visited early one morning. I haven't seen him since but this little fellow is often around...

Who knows where we're going next on this walk? But I hope you'll come along too. I enjoy your company.

Take care.