Lazy Photography

I LOVE taking photos, I’m a rank amateur and don’t care. For me photography is a way of trying to show others how I see things and a way to escape completely from reality for a while.

My mobility is compromised more than ever these days as if having ME and Fibro isn’t enough I have also very recently been diagnosed with bilateral Trochanteric Bursitis along with bilateral Achilles Tendinitis, which is being something of a bugger these days reducing my mobility and causing me an awful lot of pain and discomfort.

This morning I received a letter from the Rheumatology Therapy Department letting me know that my referral was through and I will be sent an appointment as soon as one is available for ultrasound therapy to reduce pain and inflammation in both my ankles and hips. Followed by, once inflammation and pain has been controlled, specific exercises in both the physio room and hydrotherapy pool to strengthen and correct any damage of my muscles, ligaments and tendons.

Until I’m at that point I need crutches to walk and take pressure off the joints which are far weaker than they should be and one side is much worse than the other causing compensation issues of the stronger side. Plus all shoes/boots need special arch supports as my arches are buggered too.

My rheumatologist did note that I am pretty fucked and that had I been given the necessary therapy two years ago when it was first noted in my records then I wouldn’t be in the state I am today.

I think this video explains best how the ultrasound therapy works..

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Anyway, because of the above issues I struggle to get around and about. Knowing how much I love to take photos and see new scenery my husband has started taking me with him when he needs to pick up or drop off parts. My husband buys and sells American car parts in the UK as well as importing via both air and boat freight for his customers.

Often we go in one of his American cars/vans but sometimes we need to use the ratty transit. When we travel in these cars I love to wind the window right down and take photos as Dave drives of things that catch my eye and the passing scenery. It’s a thrill to get a clear unblurred shot and the challenge excites me. In essence it’s lazy photography, taking images whilst comfortably seated in a car with music playing and someone else driving.

Occasionally the drop off or collection points have something nearby for me to photograph whilst I wait for Dave to do the transaction and natter to another petrol head about cars, engines and the lumps of metal he lovingly imports ~ allegedly rare or much sought after car parts.

It’s a wonderful for me to pass the time and it relieves Dave’s eardrums because before the “through the window of a moving car” activity I used to babble away when he drove. I think I sometimes drove him a little mad by it ~ but God love him he puts up with me.

I wonder if it’s a kind of style that will catch on? When in UK vehicles its easier for me as I have no passing traffic to contend with, whereas in the Yanks I have to time it just right to get the picture without a car in the opposite carriageway getting in on the act.

My favourite image so far is of the statues of three silver women standing together, arms entwined, hence putting it as the featured photo.

So, here are some of my “through the moving window” photos for you to judge for yourselves whether it’s a hit or a miss as a style of photography.

Pit stop for delivery so I found some flowers by the guys fence to capture..

Off we go again..

I hope you enjoyed our trip across some of England’s beautiful countryside. Do you think this could become a “style” of photography or perhaps something just for me to enjoy?

I hope you will enjoy my next excursion ~ I will be visiting Bath and all its treasures.

x~X~x

Santa Pod Virgin

Until Saturday 15th September of this year I was a Santa Pod Virgin.  Which is quite something considering my other half has been going for a number of years and drag raced there too!

Much of the reason for leaving it so long before going was the camping aspect. I don’t do camping, glamping at a push but definitely not camping! For various reasons I need easy access to a flushing loo, so toilet blocks or hedgerows aren’t my thing ~ especially as my last emergency loo visit in some bushes resulted in nettle rash all over my bum because I lost my balance as squatting isn’t my forte.

I bloomin’ loved watching banger racing last year and so, because my hubby can’t get enough of my company, he suggested booking a hotel and taking me for the day to Santa Pod to pop my drag racing cherry. We have the Holiday Inn app because the hotels are pretty much brilliant for our needs and I can request ground floor rooms so not stairs or lifts. They are affordable and you know exactly what you are getting, no frills but comfy.

We left at a reasonable time Saturday morning and arrived not long after midday. We were given disabled parking but have to say even that was a fair distance from the racing strip and so very slow meandering with rests were our only option. Knowing this, next time Dave said he would insist on driving me to the strip then turn around to park in the disabled area so I can then just use my crutches. Photo of my chauffeur and companion parking in disabled parking area..

They have fairground rides for the children ~ although they seemed deserted when we arrived but assume they come on later in the evening.

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Then you go through the show area of cars parked for the viewing of..

Moving through to where the hardcore camping and racing folk are..

Race cars move slowly, stopping and starting along the road round the viewing area until they are queued up for their race..

You can either go and sit up in the stands or go to the other side and sit on the grassy bank. Dave suggested we go to the stands to watch some of his mates racing ~ a group called the Gasser Circus. So up we went ~ it says very clearly on notices that there is no standing so that no one blocks anyone else’s view. HA! ~ it seems many folk don’t adhere to that rule, despite the commentator saying over the tannoy for them to SIT the fuck DOWN! I have to admit some of these heads were just looking for a seat and I’m less annoyed now but was irritated at the time, despite realising they didn’t intend to get in my way..

So, my first thoughts on drag racing, blimey the view’s good, bloody hell its loud and will my eardrums burst? It’s safe to say I thoroughly enjoyed watching the racing, some cars raced by themselves to see if they could beat their best time. Others raced other cars, some raced against their mates and then some raced against strangers. Here are a few of my racing pics..

I had a seat on the cowpog picnic table bench combo type thing and Dave went to get me a delicious ice~cream chocolate milk shake.
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We sat for a while people watching, a hobby we both enjoy, before getting up once more to go back to the car and hotel because I was seriously flagging by now. Whilst sitting resting and whilst walking back to the car I fired off a few snaps of folk just going about their business, trying my hand at “candid” photography..

Dave observed that I need some more practice with subtlety as I seem to get clocked just as I take the picture ~ so either I need to just go with it, smile and brazen it out or learn to be a tad less obvious.

All in all my view on the whole drag racing experience is that it’s bloody good fun, I need earmuffs, to use a scooter or get dropped off in the show area. To take our camping chairs and a picnic to campout on the grassy bank, where I can enjoy the racing, people watching and filling my face. OH and to definitely spend the night in a hotel afterwards ~ so no night~time loo issues!

Finally, here are just a few odds and sods taken during my time at Santa Pod..

I am now looking forward to many more drag racing trips next year and perhaps other racing events such as drifting and banger racing too.

Thank you for your company ~ see you next time.

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x~X~x

Trips to Gan Gans House

Gan Gan is the name of my daughters grandfather, my father~in~law. He is a wonderful man, funny, kind, generous and full of anecdotes and stories of his past. My daughters adore him and have many happy childhood memories of days out with him.

We used to live in Lincolnshire, just down the road from both my father (aka Papa) and my father~in~law (aka Gan Gan). This meant we could pop over and see them at any time and had many family gatherings which we took for granted. Now, living in Derbyshire, it’s not quite so easy to pop over for a cuppa and natter.

Getting across to visit isn’t as cut and dried as it was when the girls were younger and we had no pets. Being adults the girls have different work / further education commitments to consider and so it’s tricky arranging to go out for dinner with the three of them locally at any one time, let alone a trip over to the ‘Shire. If we do manage to get all of us assembled at the same time to visit then we also need to find a dog sitter for our furry boys. This means visits are curtailed to just a few precious hours, between the journey too and from the ‘Shire of  4+ hours travel.

Over the past fortnight we have visited twice, once with 2nd born daughter and then the second time with 1st and 3rd born daughters. We hope at some point to manage a full house although have no idea when we will be able to orchestrate it.

Gan Gan has a lovely garden, a patio area with water feature where the birds visit to both eat and drink, then there are steps leading down to the lawn area with bushes and plants around all sides and a border to the back with plants obscuring the green house at the far back.

Sadly my mum and Dave’s mum have both passed. However, both our fathers have found love again, my dad with M’Julie and Daves dad with Norma. Due to time constraints we usually visit one side of the family at a time. Sometimes we can arrange to get both parties together in a restaurant for lunch but not very often.

My dad is ten years younger than Dave’s dad, plus M’Julie is younger than my dad and so the pair of them live very active and full lives making visits tricky to arrange.

Dave’s mum passed early in our relationship but she saw us engaged and happy looking towards our future together. She was a fabulous woman, I don’t think there was a single person who disliked her. This was clearly noted when on the day of her funeral the church couldn’t accommodate all the mourners and so they waited to pay their respects outside in the church grounds.

Norma is also a wonderful woman with huge generosity and love to give. She is a great Grandmother to my girls, looking after them, playing with them and loving them as her own flesh and blood from the moment they were born.

What is so lovely about this second marriage is that Sheila (Dave’s mum) is never forgotten. Conversations include her and it is if she is still with us. Norma from the very beginning made sure that no one felt that she was replacing Sheila, far from it ~ instead that she was living alongside her memory and there was room for them both.

We love Norma as much as we loved Sheila, she exhausts herself to ensure we are looked after and because we knew she would do this we decided to pack a picnic to share when we visited so that Norma could just sit back with  Gan Gan and be catered for. This meant we could have all the time to chat and be together, eating our picnic in the lounge off our knees.

I took my camera for the second visit to capture the beauty in Gan Gans garden. It made them chuckle seeing me on my knees peering and photographing the plants and I was happy to have the opportunity to have somewhere other than my own garden to photograph.

I didn’t spend long outside because I wanted to be with the family too ~ so it was a brief lap around the garden to try to capture its essence.

I hope you enjoy the following photos as I take you for a tour around Gan Gans garden..