It should be a fine day tomorrow

If the proverb is correct then Shepherds will be basking tomorrow.

Viccy Fair

Victorian Fair at a local town.

Shine your buttons

Camels Bum

Did Queen Vic know what a microphone was?

Charity stall and really into the spirit

Watching the people milling about

The Gate

Edited

Honestly, what do you think?

Halloween and Hobgoblin

Trick or treat, hmm, I'll take the beer thanks.

S_L_O_W_L_Y does it.

A couple of welding mask glass elements and a long exposure. A lot of post processing to remove the green cast by the glass and here is one of my first. Also comes with a colour cast and spots. Some spots are from the sun entering and bouncing its light around the lens but most are because my sensor is so filthy!

The sensor had a good clean after this.

Church on a Zip-wire

We used to call these Devils slides or Death slides when I was a kid. Zip-wire is the Americanism most commonly used these days.
Our local Church is under renovation at the moment and dressed in scaffold. Viewed from near our house there is an electricity pylon in line with it and in the right light they look like one structure.
In the foreground is a 3 stranded electricity line running over the fields. Again, with the right view point they look connected, with the pylon hung on these wires.
I was photographing this when a flock of seagulls flew past, just luck for added interest bonus points. "If I had a photograph of you", a line from the song 'wishing' leaps into my head.
Kirby Bellars Chuch at Sunset. On a zip-wire!

Up for nothing, again

Same place a week later. Forecast is misty start to the day so let's have a look. Nope! Foggy bit's on way here but no expected mist hanging over the water. Anyhow, the shutter was pressed a few times and these are the best two of about eighty. Take a third of those off for 'tripling' up on exposures for later HDR treatment. A further 20 removed for colour cast from a dodgy filter (That can't be a genuine Cokin Neutral Grad) which leaves about 25. Less some shots of horses because one had a dodgy blanket on leaves about a 20% hit rate. Pretty good for me :)

A gate on the way back to the car

 

 

 

 

 

 

Up for nothing

This morning I was up and out early. The forecast was for low cloud or sunny spells. I was hoping for the latter along with a bit of morning mist. The sun if it's clear will rise in a glowing red dawn I thought, or just the mist over the water perhaps. With some luck I'll get both. I got the sun. Not glowing red but a faint pink hue it laid across the clouds just before it stuck it's head out from under the duvet. A bright orange that lasted for seconds as it launched itself towards the high sky rather too quickly from a photographers point of view.
Nice to see it though even if I failed to capture it.

The pink before sunrise

Massive HDR on this sunrise

Stanage Edge

Saturday evening you could have seen us at the local Indian restaurant having a curry and a couple of bottles of wine. Later on we were to be found watching a band strumming some 80's music in a local watering hole that we 'almost' frequent. Sunday morning you may have seen our squinty eyes and dainty steps.
Never-the-less, we left our abode and headed for the Dark Peaks of Derbyshire. Hungover, also in no doubt that at some point during the day, we would have a sudden requirement for one of Mr Doultons finest pieces of porcelain. Undaunted by this horrible thought we left the car at the side of the road, then headed out into the open wilderness of the Dark Peak. We know how to live 'on the edge'!

Starting near The Fox House Inn, on the B6521 at Padley Gorge, Hathersage, Derbyshire.

We went off down the lovely gorge through the trees next to the tumbling stream of Burbage Brook and down through Burbage woods, where the Fungi grow.

Across the Sheffield to Manchester rail line into meadows of the Derwent valley.

Further along the River Derwent and into Hathersage village. Picnic at the local cricket ground in the late summer sunshine.

Then the climb up the hill begins. Passing through the Churchyard of St Michaels. They say that Little John, of Robin Hoods band of men fame, is buried here. This is one extremely long grave!

Past here and up a steep driveway to the Eyres house, made famous by Charlotte Bronte.

Up through some woods and then a steeper climb through the bracken below Stanage Edge itself.

The rocks were crawling with climbers. Loads of them, all along the length of the Edge.
Easier ways to the top can be found though.

 A Meadow Pipit, quite a common sight up here, not usually this close though. They must be getting used to human contact.

 It was rather breezy on the top.

 Climbers making the most of what will probably be the last nice Sunday this year, Still climbing as the sun descends low in the sky.
Sunset at 18:52 and this was taken at 17:10. It's 20 minutes from the nearest parked car though. You can see them along the road in the background. It took us an hour to get back to ours. A lovely afternoon in the late summer sunshine.

Sometimes

Sometimes there are things that need photographing. Usually when you haven't got your camera with you. This was taken on my phone after a night shift.

A beautiful day

Night shifts are not the best thing to be doing. I finished a sleep post night shift the other day and had a walk around and found these lovely sights.
A Cricket pitch across a river

And some busy things in the garden

Look at the tongue on that

Beany's weekend away

I work with a guy known as Beany. He commented to me to stop posting things on Facebook about 'all' the places I'm visiting.
Well don't get me wrong, we might get around a bit, but very rarely is it anywhere glamorous. Often it's a walk around a local beauty spot or somewhere a little further afield doing the same. I work weekends so time off together is rare and has to be siezed by the short and curly's and used to it's full.
So, back to the conversation. Beany said to me "you're always off somewhere". I replied "Well your off this weekend aren't you?" "No" he said with a puzzled look on his face. "Oh no" I replied "It's me that's off!". So it was a facebook location updating weekend with a lot of photos to back up the claims. Here are some of them.
Firstly we went out on Friday night in our local town, Beany received texts and notifications on FB as well a photo or two. He was working a 3-11pm shift.
Saturday saw us camping in a field in the grounds of Belvoir Castle, Leicestershire, for a round of the British Firework Championships. An overnight stay allowed us to avoid the hour or so of fighting and frustration to get out of the car park followed by a crawl at 30mph, if not slower, along some of the back lanes to the nearest main road to get home. So cheese, bread and wine, an umbrella and some wine were welcome at the lakeside on the opposite side of the firework launch site.

Firework Championships

 

Worth considering for next year!

 Now it's Sunday morning when we have struck the tent. Off home to change the kit tally and shower. Back on the road again and we are in York for a night. Yes, this weekend is going to end on Monday evening. Here are a couple from York, Beany has inevitably seen, and been tagged and notified in,  a lot more than these.

YORK

Wall

A gate through the wall

Guy Fawkes birthplace

Apparently famous, though I'd never heard of it.

On the Minster

The Minster (viewed from our room)

In the Minster

A famous choo choo, I had heard of this.

Mind your head!

We'll be back here. One day is not long enough to see it all. We failed with one and a half days.