annie

Cracking photos by everyone this week...I had to keep going backward and forward to re look at them all as they were all so damned good.

However I can only choose one, and the one I have chosen is Colin's portrait from his Bank Holiday Randomness set.

I love both the capture itself  and I think the editing is wonderful, it suits the subject superbly...

Oh bless. I would love a hedgehog in the garden. Would a cat hurt a hedgehog?

I missed this first time round.................What a brilliant capture Paul. 

Very well deserved POTW. Congrats Paul     

I'm all packed up and ready for Middy In The War Years......

But I have woken with a very sore stiff neck....lots of pain killers I think!

Glad to hear your on the mend Colin, 

A lovely set of pics while you are converlesing in your garden.

 @ Chris.......

I left school aged 15 in 1969, The same year that I first saw the Rolling Stones at the Hyde Park concert. I was an apprentice Butcher for Dewhursts and earned £5.00 a week,

Worked the ashphalt gang from 18 to 21 when I earned £100 a week driving a 16 ton tipper lorry on a car licence, it was classed as 'plant'. Took my HGV class 1 at 21 and the earning shot up, I was doing two Germany trips a week running bent as a nine bob bit.... but earning £500 per week!

Happy days

My husband was at that very same concert, although it would be twenty years or so before we met...I was just going into my teens living round the corner in Notting Hill where I was dragged up............Small small world!

I wasn't born for another 2 years!!!

 

my 1st job at 16 was £60 a week, that was 1992

!992.............Dear God....that was a year after I legged it with nothing more than a bin bag full of my meagre possessions from my first marriage....

I wasn't born for another 2 years!!!

 

my 1st job at 16 was £60 a week, that was 1992

Baby!

lmfao, you got it....

No sniggering Leon...I know I'm slow.....lol!

Ah Jeremy......so a digiscope it a telescope that fits to a camera....!

That link was far more sensible than any I have found...

It's all very bizarre to me...!

I did see some guys with the U Bends coming out of their cameras last week at RSPB Lakenheath...but I did not dare ask them to explain! 

Lol Martyn.

I remember when putting a fivers worth of petrol in the car made me feel posh.............and my old Leyland Princess ran for a week on a fiver...happy days they were!

How times change eh!

I use a couple of nature sites for my local and surrounding area...namely Suffolk. I am seeing more and more people stating Digiscoped, or calling themselves a Digiscoper...............what is all that about? 

I have looked it up but I am still muddled and perplexed.

Can anyone explain it in simple terms, as the pictures I have seen of this Digiscope thing look like a U Bend for plumbing to me...I am just not getting it.

They all seem to be bird watchers/photographers that are doing this.

When I left school in 72 and was an apprentice florist in Kensington Church Street London, I used to take home 8.50 per week.....and had to give mum and dad 4.00 per week keep...! When I first moved to cambridge and stared work in a factory I was getting 35.00 per week, and thought I was sooooo rich!

Well Done David....as BP says..epic...

Splendid choice BP

I don't have anything that's long annie... :rofl:

I don't believe you....!

my kids will get some recipe books and some snaps...the bailiffs can take the rest...!

oh, maybe I should sort the cross stitching out...!

There won't be much when I'm gone... no one to leave it to anyway.

if you have a long lens you could leave it to me..........

I would release/sell whatever ...tomorrow, if it meant me living life a little better a little longer with a roof over my head....and to hell with anyone who thought there was gonna be something left for them....and if I was put in a paupers grave at the end, so what...It would only mean Brian and me enjoyed our last days...

I'm the only one left of my family, my sister died from polio aged 18 years in 1953, I was only 7 then. My brother took his own life in February 2006 aged 56 years.

Dear god.................how blessed we are these days...

My mother died the day after my 12th birthday in 1958 and my father died in 1990 and there wasn't even enough money to pay for his funeral.

How sad is that. Mine will find out how sad that is too...!

All I have left from my dad is an empty packet of Red Rizla fag papers.................left in a book he borrowed from me,a week before he died,  a book on the British Isles...and he had left it in one of my most fav places, Sennen, Cornwall....and there it stays. My sisters may all have swooped down like Vultures and got their pickings.............me, I am happy with that Red Rizla packet. That is what my dad left me and I am happy with that....!

There will be nought left from this pile for any of the little blighters.................too busy enjoying living as much as possible...!