Have you ever been asked what do you do with all your photos? As a mountaineer who loves to take photos, like many, I have thousands of photos stored and gathering dust, some are naff some are ok.
They cover a wide range of activities in fact anything that gives me an excuse to go walking, scrambling, mountaineering.
Hopefully there will still be something for everyone, if anyone wants to contribute feel free.
Remember each photo has its own story and this is my way of putting them to use.
two hard days house moving , cleaning, decorating etc we opted to
catch a late train north cos it was cheap this would give us an
opportunity for another walk round London during the day.
was Sunday, several sections of the underground were stopped for
maintenance making it a good day for walking in London. We managed to
get close to Hyde Park, walked tho to get to the Natural History and
we approached we were once again faced with masses of humanity
everything was so crowded, big queues to enter, I was not happy.
impressed with the entrance to the Natural History museum after that
it went downhill. Most of the famous exhibits I had been so looking
forward to seeing looked dog eared and tired, it was obvious they had
not been dusted for decades.
to the Science Museum I guess I was expecting something special so I
was shocked as all the national museum have gone down the same old,
same old cheapo display methods on floor after floor after floor.
are directed round a series of brightly colored display placards each
with distincly average photo(s) and supporting text, add a couple of
interactive computer screens and they call it an exhibition........
cheap, no labour required, very very boring.................
plan is to get something to eat so in Soho so we walk via Westminster
passing a traffic jam in Picadilly circus. It seemed to be caused by
a flotilla of matching black Ferraris with Range Rovers front and
back, driven by what looked like arabs, all very strange........
usual after four days I have had enough of London, a great feeling of
relief overwhelms me as the train pulls out of Kings Cross.
The incredible entrance to the National History Museum.
Its 22.00 hrs on a Sunday evening and this is the queue for Platform 9 3/4 of Harry Potter fame, priceless.