This shot could have been great in black and white – see below for reasons why it wasn’t. Also for an explanation of why I am breaking out the big words for the title.
We met up in what is roughly the middle for us – me and Julia, my sister, Number One Son and Number One Son’s Significant Other. It’s not a pretty title, but it will have to do, as I don’t do names. Perhaps NOSSO will grow on you as a title. The “middle” is Peterborough – the edges being Nottingham and Norwich.
We had a meal. I had pie, chips and peas with gravy. It wasn’t the world’s biggest portion. but in truth, I am not in danger of starvation. I added a triple chocolate brownie as a pudding and had my sister’s garlic bread when she hesitated about eating it. Number One Son had the Festive Burger and the other three had fripperies made from vegetables. It was a pleasant gathering, presents and insults were exchanged, and we went home feeling festive and jolly.
On the way down we saw a Red Kite (they were reintroduced to the area in 1995, imported from Spain). On the way home, using a more rural route, we saw several more, including some good close views.
We also saw a kestrel (though couldn’t get decent shot of it hovering as we didn’t have the right camera) and visited Little Gidding, as I was feeling literary. The visit to Little Gidding was something I’d bveen meaning to do for a while and I have a growing feeling that I need to do things now rather that stack them up for some imaginary “later” which may never come.
The photos aren’t very good as I merely slipped the old Lumix into my pocket as I left. I thought I might try some shots in black and white, but when I tried, I found I had forgotten how to switch it on. I will have to make a note next time I do it and hope I can remember to take the notes with me. The photos, as you can see, would have suited monochrome.
On a winter’s afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.
Four Quartets – Little Gidding – T S Eliot (the poet of choice of those who love an anagram).
