Today’s guest picture comes from Venetia in Somerset and shows a bluebell wood that she stumbled upon recently by accident while taking a break from electioneering. That’s my kind of accident.
I had no time for morning photographs as Mrs Tootlepedal and I had to up early for the 60 mile drive to St Bees on the Cumbrian coast where I had foolishly entered for a fifty mile cycle event. The mileage wasn’t a problem but the climbing was.
As you can see, there were not many flat moments on the ride until the last ten miles, An additional handicap for me was the steep descents. I am a very cowardly descender for three good reasons: one – bad eyesight makes me slow to spot problems ahead, two – my bike handling skills are poor and three – I fell off going down hill a few years ago and it hurt. This means that having laboured to the top of the hills, I couldn’t get full value from going down the other side. As a result my average travelling speed for the run was a sluggish 11.8 miles an hour but I was pleased, and my knee was pleased too, simply to have got round such a challenging course as I am by no means match fit yet.
The result of the climbing was some magnificent views along the way but I didn’t dare stop to take pictures in case my legs refused to get started again. Dropscone and Scott, the minister also took part but as they both started and finished behind me, I will have to wait until coffee time tomorrow to get their full stories.
I had to get back promptly because of a camera club meeting in the evening so when I finished the course, there was just time for one picture of the coast at St Bees….
The most exciting moment of the ride came when I was following three ladies who had overtaken me and they took the wrong route. Being polite I took the wrong route too but luckily we came to our senses before any great damage was done and we were soon back on track.
Mrs Tootlepedal had amused herself with a walk on the cliffs to the south of the village while I was pedalling. She said that the path was very near to the crumbling cliff edge as she walked along so I was glad that I wasn’t with her. She had also visited the village of St Bees and had been impressed by the devil may care speed at which the fastest cyclists whistled down the main street
I had time to walk round the garden when we got home. By and large the tulips are past their best having been battered by the recent weather but they still have their charms.
The meeting had two parts. In the first, several experienced members had brought in some of the gear that they use and we were all interested is looking at other people’s solutions to the difficulties of taking pictures. Then we split into groups of experienced and less experienced photographers and went off to take a few pictures in the late evening light and to give and to get advice while we were doing this.
Once again, we all enjoyed ourselves and we were able to look at the projected results of our work when we got back to the hall.
The party that I was with visited our garden to take some flower shots. Here are some of the shots I took using my macro lens to show off its possibilities, even in low light. Of course, tulips figured again.
One of the other members lent me a very clever 24 LED lighting device. It has variable brightness and if used properly. I can see it might be a very useful tool. In fact, I was so pleased with its effect on this dog tooth violet….
The camera club has had an experimental year but the members are very happy to try it again next season so we will meet in September and do it all again. I would like to nudge any local readers who like taking pictures at any standard to come and join us then.
I am expecting to sleep quite well tonight.
The flying bird of the day is the only flying bird that I saw.