Sign of the Times

Or a sign in Nailsea to be more accurate.

It's one of the very old type, thick cast iron with tiny reflectors built in. I ride in the direction of Clevedon on my daily commute. Wraxall is an interesting place, I shall have to post something of substance covering it soon.

Cows Week

I have no idea of the breed, I am a bit of a cattle ignoramus really. One day I'll feel the need to look up cattle breeds on a Wiki - until then; here's a pleasant photo of a pleasant cow.

It (he/she?) lives in a field 100m from my house, I cycle past 'it' twice daily so I stopped off to snap away.

Autumn Fruit

I haven't picked a single Blackberry this year - that's almost criminal. The amount of sweet fruit going to waste all over the country in woods and hedgerows - uncountable pie possibilities.

Next year......!

Haunted Bicycles

How many locks are still used and how many deserted? This was taken outside the train station.

The title of the post? That comes from me misunderstanding a lyric from a Smiths tune for many years, as a teenager in Manchester I could be found wandering the wet streets singing 'Haunted Bicycles' to myself - no idea why I thought the bicycles should be haunted. I just trusted the genius that is Morrisey to know what he was on about!

This Charming Man - The Smiths

Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?
When in this charming car
This charming man

Why pamper life's complexities
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?

I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"

A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the rings"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la,
this charming man ...
Oh, da-da, da-da, da-da,
this charming man ...

A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

Late Harvest

I drove past this harvester & tractor on my way back into the village tonight. Once I saw it I had to go back out and get a few photos, it was difficult as it was so dark and, annoyingly, the UV filter protecting my lens caused the green reflections from the lamps.
It is a cold night, the drivers must have been chilly, I certainly was.

Underpass

There's not much grimmer than concrete in the rain.

Stone & Brick seem to have a heart but unless it is done very, very, well concrete doesn't seem to have a life outside its cheap practicality.

This isn't done well...

An underpass under the main road in Nailsea, not somewhere I intend being too often, it hasn't even got any decent graffiti!

Backwell Lake

A hundred metres or so from the British Rail train station is this little lake. I went there on the way home from work tonight to try and catch the sun as it went down, caught this gull too.

Apparently the car park adjoining the lake is the place to go after dark for Dogging... but as I don't have any pets I'll be giving that a miss...

I had a walk around a few of the main shopping streets of Nailsea too, it looked quite depressing but then it was a grey night and the rain was falling. Just me, some charity canvassers and under age smokers prowling around.

The First Post

Ok, the first post - and in this case its the signpost for the little rail station that Nailsea & Backwell share. Just to make it equally inconvenient it is actually in neither village!

I am new here - fresh from Taunton Daily Photos so I am going to have to learn everything about my new home from scratch, should be fun...