… poor car. It’s top-pling into the stream.
An entry for #Square Tops 5
… and please note the drifts of wild garlic clinging to the hillside. You’ll need them for tomorrow’s Top Tip.
It’s all very well being Top Dog. But let’s hear it for Top Sheep and a Top Lamb, on top of their world.
This week’s Lens Artist Challenge has us going on a Treasure Hunt. I didn’t think I’d participate at first. I am, after all, a snapshot-ist rather than a photographer, and I know that the photos I value are weighted with memories rather than with a photographer’s skill.
But it’s been a grotty weekend (again) and a trip through the archives has been fun, and wakened many memories. So let’s go…
And now it’s time for bonus points:
If you click on any image that appeals to you, you’ll find a bit of a story about it. Then more easily ‘visit’ all the photos in that series. Thanks Tina: I’ve had fun hunting through the archives.
Yesterday, Malcolm had a Very Significant Birthday. No party, he said. Definitely no party. Instead, we travelled by train in style – First Class – to Edinburgh and back.
We nearly missed the train. Thanks to Storm Ciara, an hour and a half was almost not enough to travel the 18 miles to Northallerton Station. Our first major diversion was a mere mile from home, and things didn’t get better.
We were at the station in time. Just. But the train was late. Never mind. Beyond Newcastle, this is one of England’s finest train journeys. The coast near Alnmouth, distant views of Holy Island, Berwick-on-Tweed, while enjoying a late breakfast, and unlimited coffee at our table – that stressful journey to the station had been worth it.
Once in Edinburgh, this is what we were faced with.
We put our heads down and made straight for the National Museum of Scotland. And there we stayed. All day. It was no hardship. We had an interesting morning in the fascinating if not photogenic gallery devoted to Scotland’s twentieth century of social change. A very light snack. And in the afternoon, we followed no plan. Every gallery had something of interest. So we each followed our noses, and visited far flung Inuit territory in Canada, plunged into the oceans, watched the Millennium Clock strike three, wondered at unwearable clothing in the costume gallery … We know we’ll be back – so much to see, and it’s so beautifully displayed and interpreted.
Back into the blizzard for the train home. Here’s something to smile at.
And here’s our journey home on the train.
… are out delivering presents to all good children in Barcelona. They’re bringing light and joy. Has to be done by Epiphany, 6th January.
Father Christmas need not apply.

Oh it’s hard, summing up my year in a few photos. Are these good ones? Or good memories? Or both?
Here’s a miscellany of memories. Yet the high point of my year, the Belated Birthday Celebration hatched by my entire family in Spain in June isn’t recorded here. Those personal snapshots don’t qualify here.
This week’s Lens-Artists challenge invites us to look at what’s On Display. At this time of year, there are Christmas lights, tempting displays of food and ideas-for-presents in the shops. But I decided to go down several different paths: the workaday world of the security camera:


Public service broadcasting in the form of a domestic tv, and a public screening of the Tour de Yorkshire in the village next door, in 2017.


And finally – works displayed in an art gallery. Let’s start at the London Mithraeum,

…then pop over to Tate Liverpool.
Before ending up at Salt’s Mill, Saltaire, to see the David Hockney exhibition, ‘Arrival of Spring‘.

… is finding this on a doorstep …
… or on guard in the garden …
… or this, outside a Parkhome site …
… or loitering about by its entrance.
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