Category: Photos

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

I just liked this town. it reminds me of my frequent cycling trips to France – this is called Arromanches, in Normandy, right by the D-Day beaches. Arromanches was known in its own right for being the site of an artificial Mulberry harbour, which the allies used to disembark men and materiel before they captured any proper harbours in France, and its remnants can still be seen a little way out to sea today.

This is not a remarkable image but it was appropriate to run alongside the news that I will hopefully be visiting Arromanches once again for the second half of the week.

I will have some devices with me but have no idea whether there will be time, wi-fi or willpower to be active on WordPress. My planned posts are already scheduled, I hope to read some of yours, but I have no specific plans to write spontaneously while I am there.

I’ll say more this evening.

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

A reenactment of the UK’s very own independence, the Civil War, which determined whether the king or the parliament reigned supreme. Unfortunately, the people lost out, both ways.

Revolutions usually mean sweeping out something old and corrupt, a breath of fresh air, so I’m usually in favour. The only thing none of us mastered is replacing corrupt regimes with anything better.

And we should be careful what we wish for – disgruntled Americans are now free to shoot people dead in large numbers, people they never met, people they have no way of knowing whether good or bad. Next time you hear news of a mass shooting, remember the “freedom” you’re celebrating today. Freedom is great, but with it comes responsibility. It’s a shame America’s thinkers didn’t think to write that down, too.

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I love this shot, I love being able to actually see the guns being fired.

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

Believe it or not, this is just a couple miles from where I live. I couldn’t resist those poppies, so when I got home after glimpsing them, I had to turn straight back around and go back, armed with my camera.

It’s funny, I don’t remember seeing that particular field full of poppies, either before or since that year.

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

I used to love going to reenactments, I was guaranteed to get decent photos. These are French Napoleonic troops, dated around 1800.

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

A happy chappy I met at a WWII reenactment. Another reenactment next week.