At the Flying Horse
I said do you think you would.
And you said I will.
The Flying Horse in Nottingham is just a shopping alley/arcade now, but there used to be a pub of the same name on the site. It was there, on one of my early visits to the city in the 70’s, that I asked my girlfriend to marry me. She said yes, and they pulled the pub down. Make of that what you will.
And yes, 49 years later that girlfriend is still my wife.
Light as a feather,
Eyes twinkling, red breast puffed proud.
Grateful for the seeds.
I know I have previously posted about the robins at Attenborough Nature Reserve, but they really are very tame. When there is the chance of free food, they overcome any fear, and will happily feed until either startled, or when they have had enough,
Coming out to play
As the mist lies in the gorge.
Bats possess the night.
A foggy evening on a path that cuts a gorge through the sandstone near home. The cutting was originally made to enable coal to be transported to/from the canal.
I posted this image on Instagram once, and was informed by one critic that the bats didn’t look real, they must have been photoshopped. I thought that was fairly obvious, but hey, it adds atmosphere.
Cold days and snowfall.
Thoughts of sledging on the park,
Crowds filling the slopes
Well summer is gone in the UK, so until I am fit enough to get out and take some autumn scenes there is snow to look forward to. The challenge after every snowfall is to try and capture an image for the next year’s Chritmas cards.
I placed them safely
And out of the way for once.
But then I forgot.
Amazing what you come across during an early morning walk in the park. Were they put there safely as I aimagine? Or lost, and then found by a stranger who kindly put them somewhere visible? Not that visible though, if you have lost your glassess…
As someone who has managed to drop a pair of glasses over a cliff, I am not really in a position to criticise though.
Ahead lies a path
The destination misted.
Turrets pierce the sky.
A misty morning on Wollaton Park in Nottingham. Out of sight to the right is the lake. The resident deer will wade in the lake to cool down. Not that I have seen them yet, but one day I will capture that image. Wollaton Hall is rising through the mist at the end of the path. Hard to believe this was once someone’s back garden!
I can see the deer
But why can’t I play with them?
Maybe one day soon?
The words will seem more relevant when I explain. Some people (not poor people) are lucky enough to have gardens, and gates, that back on to Wollaton Park. Which is where there are two herds of deer. Thst is where I found this guy, peering wisfully through his fence looking for friends.
Is anything worse
Than being shrouded in smoke?
Smells of vanilla.
I don’t usually do street photography, but this pair caught my eye. Highlighted by a shaft of sunlight coming between the tall buildings of Nottingham;s Lace Market area, I just waited for the exhalation. I will never understand why anyone would deliberately damage their lungs, and look ridiculous at the same time.
Horses stride on poles.
Victorian favourite
For the modern age.
The grounds of Wollaton Park play home to several events each year. These can range from veteran car rallies, music festivals, and a pop up cinema through to an old-fashioned fairground. The carousel remains an eternal favourite.
The ghosts of past lives
Wander the formal gardens,
Feeding off your fear.
The stone steps leading up to the back of Wollaton Hall in Nottingham, from the Camelia House and formal gardens. It is known as the most haunted building in the county, and regular ghost hunts are organised for those prepared to be scared witless in the dark.
