So here we are at the end of another seven days. It's been a funny old week. Partygate and the war in Europe rumbles on and the weather has been behaving in that very British manner; I think the technical term is "playing silly buggers."
In other news, Johnny Depp won his defamation trial, after losing on the very same evidence against The Sun in the UK and is found, celebrating in a pub in Newcastle.
The Queen has also been enjoying a perfectly splendid week, with bunting everywhere marking her 70 years on the throne, culminating in a two day Bank Holiday on Thursday and Friday. But more on that later.
We start on English Bridge in Shrewsbury; a masonry arch viaduct crossing the River Severn. A bridge has been known to have stood on this spot since at least Norman times. This incarnation was built in 1926, reusing the original masonry of John Gwynn's 1774 version. Its sister bridge, Welsh Bridge stands on the other side of town. Impressive as it is, the Norman bridge sounds way more interesting, comprising five arches, a timber causeway, a tower housing a gate and drawbridge. The bridge also supported several shops and houses.
Anyway, the light filtering through the arches left in the female pedestrian's wake, caught my eye. So here's a glimpse of the grade II listed version in all her splendour.
Further along, we encounter said bunting. Platinum Jubilee fever begins. Incidentally, has anyone actually seen a Platinum Pudding on sale in a supermarket?
For me, the star of this photo is the wall painted ghost sign with its unusual typography.
Elsewhere in town, there's a street art tribute to the local wildlife (and I don't mean the beer bellied punters spilling out of the pubs)....
...and a runner measures her miles alongside the flood measuring stick, which has seen some eye popping readings in recent years.
Back in the garden, I have been out and about with my macro extension tubes again (one day I will treat myself to the real deal). Focusing is always a little bit trial and error with these things; a case of hovering back and forth until you find the sweet spot and then keeping a very steady hand! If you want a successful outcome, stay off the caffeine would be my top tip.
Little things up close never cease to fascinate me. This little pollinator was getting busy with the raspberry flowers.
His counterpart was rudely awakened from his slumber on the leaf of the Gunnera. For anyone who has been pondering this question, insects quite often like to call it a day, take shelter and a snooze at around 7pm.
This little sawfly was sheltering on the underside of a buttercup.
The ferns are like big green kaleidoscopes, on a seemingly endless growth cycle; unfurling and creating exquisite shapes. I decided to create low key black and white versions of a few of my favourites, taking in a dandelion seed head along the way.
But come hither...
...join me for a walk around the block to take in the sights and sounds of suburbia marking Jubilee weekend. My Dad, a lifelong republican, would be chuntering away to himself about "putting them all on an island" and "self sufficiency" if he were around. Whilst I don't believe any of them are any better than the bloke down the road (unless you're talking about that bloke...the one at number 10), I can appreciate that this is an exciting moment in our history.
The houses in our neighbourhood have gone all out with the bunting.
|Photo: Paul O'Connor|