I got a love vs hate relationship with London.
Love : The crowds, the buzzing 24/7 life style, lights, nightlife, early mornings, the global cosmopolitan, the intermingled mixture cultures and ideas, the sounds, the music, the food. Was standing out side KX for 10min and heard Italian, Spanish, Russian, German, French, Cantonese, friends from all over.
Hate : The crowds, the rushing 24/7 life, that feeling that you gotta be somewhere 5min ago even if you got plenty of time, the smells, the dust and dirt, the cramp space, the pushing and shoving, the noise.Comment
Over the weekend I had the pleasure of visiting a very good friend, it’s always a pleasure to catch up with him. When we retire to his living room, he will go to his expansive record collection. Anything from Classical, R&B, Funk, Jazz, Rock’n’Roll, Hip Hip, Film Scores, Blues… you name it.
He will then put the LP on and we will start to set the world to rights, catching up on how we are and, most importantly, laugh until our sides hurt. The conversation is guiding the music, or is it the music that sets the mood? Album after album just full of tunes. Sometimes the talking and laughter give way to just sitting still, enjoying a particular track, lyric or solo.
Only to then explode into a frantic natter, trying to tell each other what that track reminded us of. Either another tune that needs to be found in his collection or a story that needs to be told, before the next song sends us down memory lane.
Stories, jokes or memories are often left untold because of all the others that come storming out while the records spin and bring up happy memories.
This last visit we started off with The Ronettes – Be Me Baby and at half way point we arrived at what you see in the photo above and who knows what the last album was played.
See you soon my friend.Comment
The day before I enjoyed this view of Dumyat (Scottish Gaelic: Dùn Mhèad) Hill, and I wanted to walk up it. I checked out the weather forecast and it looked like more clouds, but the rain would at least hold back to until lunch time. Therefore I decided to get up early so that I could hike up while the sun rose. Woke up at 5am and it was dark and wet, so I snuggled back up into the sleeping bag. Woke up before 7am and took this photo and had my breakfast, at about eight it had cleared and the mutt managed to do a dry walk.
The sound you hear is the rain coming down hard with drops from the nearby trees blown on to the roof of the van.Comment
Had a walk around Castle Campbell in Scotland and enjoyed the sound of the waterfalls in the forest below and around the castle. The river Dollar Glen is fed by the streams Burn of Sorrow and
Burn of Care. I recorded this from a small waterfall of the Burn of Sorrow, not that I feel any sorrows by listening to this.
It has been playing around for the last 48 hours, trying to get started but failed. Then finally it broke the heat wave that have been around for the last few weeks and gave us a good old summers thunder-storm. Not only does the plants need a drop of a water, we too could use a drop in temperature so that we can sleep at night again.Comment
Sadly I couldn’t go this time. There was nearly 500.000 by some accounts.
Here’s two 360 clips from that day, thanks to my friend. (remember to click and drag around or spin your mobile around)Comment
We are so lucky that this amazing race is on our door step. The atmosphere, the smiles and of-course bike p0rn. We have both seen races in France and elsewhere. This is not the same as seeing the pro riding the same roads you pootle on. Tour of Yorkshire has become a spring classic for me, right up there with Paris – Roubeix aka “Hell of the North”, Liège–Bastogne–Liège and Amstel Gold Race.Comment