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Category: photography

  • What the fox hat?

    Spotted in a field near home the other day:
    answers on a postcard
    It is shown on the OS map as a "beacon" but what sort of beacon exactly? Is it a landing marker for UFOs? Is it, in fact, a crashed UFO? Will my brain be fried if I walk near it again?
    Answers to the usual address.

  • ‘Twas the night before Christmas…

    …and all through the house,
    not a creature was stirring…

    …especially the kittens, because they were asleep on the clean laundry. Grr (but bless ’em – they’re the best Christmas presents EVER).
    Monty (top) and Treacle sitting in the laundry basket

    Whatever your faith or belief, Hels, the kittens and I all wish you a peaceful and happy holiday.

  • Meow

    So, whilst I may not be at the bloggers’ party tonight, I can live up to one other blogging tradition – yes, at long last, a post about kittens! I just know that this is going to make Vaughan jealous.
    This week, we went down to the RSPCA cat rehoming centre at Hastings and put our name down for these two "poor little fellas". They’re going to make it, Rolf.
    This one has been named Monty by us.
    Monty
    He’s completely mad, a total livewire. He’s bound to wreck the place.

    This one has yet to be given a name.
    no name yet
    She’s much more quiet and retiring, in marked contrast to Monty. We reckon that, once we have her here, a name will come to us.

    The RSPCA will send out a visitor to check that we’re ok to own cats, but since we’ve already passed the test with another animal rehoming charity within the last week, we’re confident that it will just be a formality. In fact, we’re so confident that we went out and purchased kitten food, a litter tray, litter, a new cat flap (now fitted), a scratching post, a basket, a carrier and assorted toys today.
    This is going to be fun.

  • Mixed messages

    On the main church in Taormina, right at the top of the façade, there is a skull and crossbones. Catholic pirates?
    skull and crossbones on church in Taormina

  • My word!

    huge zucchini in a street market in Palermo
    Look at the size of those zucchini!

  • Strutting our funky stuff

    More wedding photography. This image courtesy of Mrs Peet.
    boogey on down
    A rare photo of me dancing. Note that I succeeded in carrying this feat off without falling over, whereas my wife has sufficient grace and elegance to not only look fabulous whilst dancing, but can also hold a large gin and tonic without any spillage.

  • Feeding the hordes

    feeding wedding cake to nephews, nieces and assorted other children
    You asked for wedding photos. You get wedding photos.

  • Old men

    Three blokes on a park bench in Catania:
    three men on a park bench in Catania, Sicily
    The guy in the striped top seemed to be smiling and laughing all the time, whilst the chap in the checked trousers next to him seemed to be perpetually grumpy (we sat nearby for about 45 minutes, enjoying the last few minutes of our honeymoon, so got a good idea of what was going on between these people). I think that Checked Trouser’s grumpiness was a product of the fact that Striped Top had a big bag of chestnuts that he kept cracking open on the back of the bench and eating, and not sharing with his neighbour.

  • Picture double bill

    From the honeymoon – Mount Etna erupting.
    Mount Etna, seen from the north side from about half-way up the side
    We decided that close inspection of the crater probably wasn’t called for.

    From the wedding – Lord Percy and Peet ham it up.
    Lord Percy, Peet and the Angel of Death
    The full effect of the red wine was setting in by this point. (Photo courtesy of Mrs Peet).

  • Come on in…

    …the water’s lovely.
    Hels swimming in the bay at Mondello
    Alternative caption: Hels’s poor hearing meant that she was oblivious to the horns of the supertanker as it ran her down.