The last one. The end. A Bognor Regis kind of sunset.
Okay, this one is difficult. A view from below. The only thing which sprung to mind was the London Eye, as even when you’re above London, you’re below another pod – unless you’re at the top.
But then something else came into my head. Way way back when David Blaine lived in a box in London and we all went and stared at him. So err, here’s the view from below David Blaine in a box. I’m not entirely sure this works, but I’m not sure what else could!
Oooh. Green. No, I will not gush about Scritti Politti (it did cross my mind), but instead I’ll go on about something else.
I take lots of photos. You probably wouldn’t realise as only a fraction of them are shared on here – and I’ve taken so many I’ve run out of time to upload them to Picasa (which works as one of my backup places). Within all these photos I take lots of photos of trees. So rather than have them just sit there, I started a new blog a month or so ago – Photos of Trees. Trees can look really pretty, I love driving past a wood, I get drawn into it, you see so many other things, and if I can get a photo I will. This isn’t a recent thing either. I’ve a lovely Dead Can Dance tour poster on the wall in our front room, which features trees. I have some fantastic photos of burnt out or chopped down trees too which I love looking at. This may be weird, I don’t know. But I take photos of trees.
I took this one this weekend just gone at Killerton House near Exeter. It’s full of green. It was a hill of green. It felt so clean and full of fresh air you could breathe. (even though Exeter Airport was close by)
I cheated, I set a load of posts to appear on the days they were meant to while I was away, in preparation for no internet. Sensible.
However, I didn’t read today’s prompt, and in doing so missed the fact it was midday. This will do, as it was taken today at 12.35 and is actually a lot more interesting than it looks. We were driving away from Exeter and back to London, heading for the A303. On the way down we spotted a large haystack which was made up like The Queen. It was ace, and I didn’t get a photo. Alas, it was being taken down so you can only see a hand and the crown – but hey. On the plus side the local Somerset Paper has a photo so you can really appreciate its greatness. It was also a fabulous distraction tool with a tantruming toddler. “LOOK! THERE’S THE QUEEN!!!” always works a treat.
London, oh London. I fall in and out of love with you often. It’s too big. It takes too long to get from A to B. I don’t like it. Then I go into London and see something I forgot about and it’s all okay again, it’s like a daytrip away.
Which brings me back to this photo again. This to me is London – just pardon the squashy faced toddler in front of a part of it.
Something new. He’ll kill me. He will. But it’s funny. In a kind of…. well, I convinced myself we could do a good review (and we will, over at Mum Friendly). He told me it took him ages to get the angle right – I accepted a request to review a mirror which doesn’t steam up in the shower. I won’t say anything more, but so far it’ll be a very positive review. It arrived and Shaun picked it up. I demanded a photo. I got this.
H has lots of friends and they’re all really lovely. She’s so lucky having the friends she does, I just wish there were enough days in the week to see them more. Yesterday we went to Soft Play at Rascals in Motspur Park, an area I always get lost in (which I think is a rare thing, but Shaun would say I get lost a lot – I do hate using maps) with her friends (and mine!) from swimming.
I love watching them together. Once upon a time they sat together like slightly sulky toddlers not speaking or interacting, just being alongside each other. Yesterday they were all chatting, screaming and playing together. Getting in cars together to race each other and doing all the things I’ve been hoping will start to happen. It was great.
Three tired toddlers made their way back to the car park. Friends.