One of what I’m going to call ‘the limited run’ of photographs that was taken over the weekend in Snowdonia. This was on the way back to the ferry, a little diversion that had us stop at a viewpoint that appeared to be quite popular. Snowdon is just to the right of this scene, the …
i.e. what I’d go back over there in. I think I left my phone charger somewhere between Stirling and Fort William, I better go back over and spend 20 years looking for it.
Couldn’t help but think of The Planters Daughter when taking this. All the horror of my tattered leaving cert poetry book came flooding back. Damn you Clarke, and the rest!
The Transport Museum in Glasgow. Great spot, lots of lovely old bikes! Well, a few old cars too, as you can see here.
Chained up to the railings outside the Odlums building on the docks. Possibly a bike, possibly something else entirely. Eh… Maybe a large, rabid turnip? Whatever it was and however rabid it was, it’s long gone now.
Guidance, lost forever in a small port in Waterford. At least this way if anyone’s looking for it, you know where to go to find it.
The most MG’s ever in Lismore? We were passing through the town on a whistle-stop tour of east Cork & Waterford and came across a whole load of MG’s, new and old, in a car park just off the ‘main street’. Obviously, there must have been some kind of owners club meeting happening nearby!
A field of rapeseed grows near Garretstown. Fields like this are a common sight at this time of year and are dotted throughout the country, some providing fantastic photo opportunities. The field of bright green next to this bright yellow was irresistible. Well, it looked better in person than I was able to capture on …