A few taken today, when we have moved from thick fog, through 31C full sun, back to heavy rain.
Moving on tomorrow to somewhere where I hope the wifi works properly!
While I have a working wifi connection, I just thought I’d share a few iPhone photos from the first couple of days from this holiday in Bordeaux with the world.
Spent far too long in the car these last few days, as always, and a shed-load more to come over the next few days, but this is a lovely part of the world. Fortunately the weather had been kind so far, which makes all the difference.
The one being replaced today has probably done about 35000 miles so I can’t complain.
What I can complain about is the universally bloody awful waiting rooms in tyre shops.
People spend a lot of money in these places and, in my opinion, there is no excuse for the waiting areas to be dirty, greasy and smelly, with uncomfortable school hall chairs.
The customer is separated from the business end of the place by the glass screen, so there is no need for this side to be so grim. And we are not talking back street places here. They are all the same, including the big, well known brands.
I’m spending the thick end of £250 with them this morning and I demand something better.
I won’t say anything to the big fella behind the counter though – he’s got hands like dinner plates and is carrying a tyre lever.
I am a very lucky boy. I have been fortunate enough to have been invited to the Goodwood Revival twice now. This year was even busier than in 2009 and it was a beautiful day.
I just thought that I would share some photographs. Something like 75% of people attending dress up in vintage clothes as the event celebrates Goodwood’s motor racing heritage, which ran from 1948 – 1966. Only cars from that era are allowed to take part too, but that does cover a wonderful period in car manufacturing and there are some fabulous sights.
I used my Leica M2 from 1960 and a 50mm Leica Summicron lens from 1963. Both of which are working perfectly, I am pleased to say.
So, in no particular order…
The field is growing and will do until 888,246 poppies are planted.
It’s easy to forget what every single one represents.
Let’s just think about 888,246 individuals killed during the First World War. Just in the British armed forces. Unbelievable.
Two of these will be on their way to me when the installation is taken down in November, one each for a great-grandfather and a great-uncle.