Thursday, November 29, 2007

Las Vegas

The dancing fountains in front of the Bellagio Hotel, these are really good, Mrs YS loves them.

Ceiling detail in the Bellagio.

I think this might be my favourite pic of the trip, it's a bit abstract, some metallic pillars and the i-pod advert playing on giant screens taking at an odd angle.

If you get out of bed early in the morning in Las Vegas, you might just get to see the Las Vegas Police Department official jogging squad.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Last Day

Well, it's our last day here in the USA, we have had a fabulous time, we've eaten our way around Arizona and Nevada, chilled in the mountains and roasted in the desert, it's been great.

Lake Havasu was ok, but not great. We stood and took photos of London Bridge, watched the ducks for a while and had our Thanksgiving dinner there at the strange Hillbillies & Barbellies, can't complain about the price, but the dinner wasn't great.

After Lake Havasu we moved on Northwards again with an idea to stay in Quartzsite or Oatman. Quartzsite turned out to be the world's largest gypsy camp, thousands of ginat RV's parked in endless rows all with little stalls in front selling all manner of low value tat to each other, and the dining possibilities looked liked McDonald's for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Oatman was a fun diversion for a couple of hours, we saw a cowboy fight in the street and looked at the (semi) wild donkeys, or burros, that freely roam the streets, but again, places to stay and eat looked rather limited so we pushed on again for the remainder of the day, past dreadful Kingman (sorry if any readers live in Kingman, but your town really is the arse end of beyond) and back into Las Vegas in the evening.

We checked back in to the MGM Grand, and for some reason we got upgraded and received a rather posh little suite with a fantastically comfortable bed. There is even a built in tv in the mirror above the bathroom sink, and a phone in the toilet, I'm sure that you dear reader, much like me, always nedd to make urgent phone calls whilst having a crap, or not.

We dined rather better here, dinner at Wolfgang Puck's, Meg had a giant steak and I had the biggest piece of succulent char-grilled calves liver, really good.\

Last night we went to the circus, 'O' at Bellagio. To call it a circus is to underestimate the show, event, happening, call it what you will. It takes place on a rising and falling stage within a vast tank of water with lights, smoke and effects and dozens of athletic dancers, swimmers and high wire artists. The show is in constant motion, sections of the stage rise and sink in the pool so that where a dozen divers were vaulting into the water moments ago, now a parade of running men in red uniforms pound by on the hard surface, then it sinks again and a house rises up, a pirate ship descends from the ceiling, a parade of shrieking ballerinas appear from within the audience. Everything happens at once so your eye is constantly drawn from point to point in the non stop action, it was deeply impressive, I've never seen choreography anything like it.

We're going out tonight for one last good dinner, then it's off to the airport in the morning for the first of our two flights, to Chicago and from there back to Manchester.

We have both taking loads of photos so I'll be posting those when I get home, I hope everyone is ok, see you all soon, YS.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Down On The Border

Mexico is only a few miles away, the weather last night was sweltering, still in the mid 70's close to midnight, Wednesday has dawned sunny but very windy indeed. A lot of the roads around here have large signs proclaiming "Warning : blowing dust area", we could be in for an interesting day's travel then.

When we were at the desert museum, one of the staff said that Arizona is removing groundwater five times faster than rain falls, so for each million gallons that fall, five million gallons are used, this is surely leading to some kind of environmental disaster in the not too distant future.

On the drive here you pass through hundreds of miles of scrub and cactus spotted hills, the rivers and washes contain nothing but sun baked stones, water seems only a distant memory, and then, whoosh, everything turns green. "Welcome to Green Hills Golf Course", way out here, or suddenly there are vast green fields being irrigated by enormous rolling sprayers, or fattening farms containing tens of thousands of cattle (which you can usually smell from miles away).

It seems insane to have this sort of false greenery in what is a desert area. How are these dry southern states going to cope ?

Thanksgiving is also approaching rapidly. This is the celebration enjoyed by many Americans to remember the generosity of the native people towards the first settlers who were slowley starving to death. The Indians brought them food and sustenance, in return the settlers stole their country, nice exchange.

To be serious though, the native American tribes lived in tune with the land, they hunted and grew what they could and moved on to wetter parts if drought struck them. There are so many more people now though, chewing and drinking their way through the area's natural resources. This is fairly similar to what we saw on Spain's 'Golf Coast', golf courses, hotels, restaurants and their supporting industries springing up in areas which are naturally unsuitable for them.

We plan on moving half way to Lake Havasu today, but first we might try and get a new sat nav, the one that came with the car dies yesterday. It's easy enough navigating between cities but I must admit the sat nav is a blessing when you're in an unfamiiar town.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

90 In The Shade
Yeehaw and all that, people here wear 10 gallon with no sense of irony, we're in baking hot Tuscon, way down in the South of Arizona, not so far from the Mexican border.

Our travel plans, which have been fairly fluid, have changed again, it looks like we're not going to bother with a day trip to Mexico, but instead we are going to travel North again to Lake Havasu. This is a resort town where an enterprisng American bought London bridge and had it shipped over here and assembled, locals mocked him for two reasons........

1) He may well habe thought that he was buying the rather impressive Tower Bridge, London bridge is actually a bit dull.

2) There is no river in Lake Havasu large enough for the bridge to cross.

Undeterred by this, he built a river as well.

Tuscon is hot, really hot, the temperature hovered at just under 90 all day yesterday as we wandered slowley around the Sonora Desert Museum. This was excellent value, 12 dollars and we spent almost the full day there seeing the various exhibitions, zoo and cactus gardens.
Last night we dined at Jonathan's Cork, which had great write ups in all the Tuscon food press, but was rather average in reality.

I have a last minute travel update from my wife, we're heading West ward to Yuma on the Mexican border. I'mreally enjoying this freefooted approach to holidaying, it suits us both rather well. We are getting to see and lots of stuff, but in no particular timeframe when we've wanted to move on, we move, when we can't be bothered, we book another night.
Mad Dogs, Englishmen, Shit

From pretty Flagstaff we headed up into the mountains to ven more beautiful Sonoma A pretty if rather touristy little town nestled into some of the most stunning mountain scenery I have ever seen. The red mountains of Sonoma (stained by iron ores) rise up in steep weathered peaks all around the town, which itself sits in a green and leafy valley bottom with a river in it.

The Grand Canyon is spectacular, but the views from here are almost too beautiful to describe.

We found a really nice room for 20 quid ! 9as long as we went to the time share expo the next day), plus wegot 50 dollars in meal voushers and a free pass to the festival of Christmas lights, we didn't buy a timehsare so we've had a really good deal here.

In the middle of the afternoon, with the temperature in the mid 70's, I went for a hike, I passed a number of signs displaying pictures of the local wildlife, tortoises - good, little pig things - good, snakes - not so good, scorpions - not very good at all, mountain lions - bloody hell, really ?

Anyway, off I set, I crossed the river by means of a fallen tree and wandered off into counryside that rapidly became dense, spiky, almost impenetrable scrub, then I found a bit of a trail, and then I saw it, the turd.

Now I'm not usually frightened of shit, you tend to see a lot of shit when you're outhiking, cows, rabbits, sheep, all produce copious amouts of shit and distribute it liberally across the landscape. /this though, it was large, more like that of a large dog, or more worryingly, very large cat, it had lots of fur in it, and little bones. Pretty much like the spoor of something that killed small furry things for dinner. I turned for home, back to the river, ducks arn't all that dangerous.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

How (not) To Eat

Ok then Yanks, you need a lesson in table manners.

1) How to use a knife and fork.....hold the knife in your right hand (or in your left if you're cack handed), the fork in your left, hold them as you would a pencil with the haft in the palm of your hand. DO NOT hold them upright in clenched fists and then turn your fist over to cut your dinner, it makes you look like a caveman.

Next, cut up your food with a sawing motion, pin the food with your fork, cut with the knife (see, that's why they give you knives at dinner !). There is now no need to put down your knife, swap your fork into your right hand and use that to pick up your mouthful of food, but that's what folk do, then transfer the fork back to the left hand, pick up the knife and start all over again.

Honestly, it's simpler and more efficient the way us Europeans do it, and it looks smarter as well.

2) How to serve a three course meal. Many main courses, particularly in diners, come with a free soup, and you may have ordered a starter as well. How I would like this served is.....

Soup (or starter if you must), then a decent pause whilst I eat my soup.

Starter (or soup, hey ho), then a decent pause whilst I eat my starter.

Main course, then, well you've got the idea.

What often seems to happen is this....

"Hey buddy, here's your soup, and your starter, and Dave's just behind me bringing your entree, have you thought about dessert and coffee yet ?"

We had a all our courses at once last night and it hardly fit on the bloody table.

You might think from all this moaning that I'm having a crap time, but no, it's just the opposite, we're having a fantastic time, and to balance up the moans above I'd like to point out some nice things.

1) The Yanks are really friendly, really really friendly. They shout greetings at you from across the shop / bar / restaurant as you enter, they like to chat about why you're here (they all think we're Australian though until we tell them otherwise) and they sound like they mean it.

2) The Yanks are very polite indeed, everyone here in Flagstaff is really nice, when they wish you a good day, or say that they hope you have a great evening, it really sounds as if they mean it. I've been to New York, where some people manage to make "Have a nice day" sound like "I hope you die soon" but here, you can't help but say "Cheers mate, that's nice of you", and then they all say "You're welcome".

Flagstaff - Arizona, home to nice, well mannered people, even if they can't use cutlery.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Driving Arizona

It's Thursday, so it must be Flagstaff. We stayed 3 nights in Vegas (and dined at Emiril's which was excellent) then on Wednesday we got up early and set off across country.

We had decided on a rough itinery before we set off, but we also said that we wouldn't stick absolutely to it if something more interesting came up, or just if we couldn't be bothered.

On our first day of travelling we went to the West Rim of the Grand Canyon to do the Skywalk, this is a scrotum tightening walk out onto a glass floored loop bridge which sits 4,000 feet above the floor of the canyon.

Yes, you can see all the way down, between your feet.

Yes, I was frightened, but I still did it.

In fact once I'd made the initial slow shuffle out onto the bridge I got almost used to it and had a little stroll back and forth across the chasm. I'll post some photos when I get home, but the Grand Canyon is hugely impressive, it's worthy of pretty much any superlative you want to throw at it.

The road in to the West Rim is 20 miles of rough dirt track, we have a giant Durango 4WD, Mrs YS was driving and laughing like a wild thing, and yes, I was frightened. Meg thought this was better than the cnayon, she just loved skidding our car/tank around wide corners and throwing up huge clouds of dust in our wake.

After the canyon, we headed for Kingman, which looked alright in our guide book, but in reality appears to be a giant trailer park with a population of 35,000. We stayed in a very cheap motel which cost us about 20 quid, the best thing about that room was that it was cheap. In the diner & shop opposite there were a number of refugees from Jerry Springer arguing loudly and aggresively and with much public swearing, great, free entertainment.

Today we have ploughed on and up, we're at over 6,500ft here in Flagstaff. The desert, scrub and prairie has given way to steep rocky hills, larger mountains and green pine forests everywhere. There is an 'historic old town' in Flagstaff, for Americans, this means anything built before 1950, they look rather non-plussed when I tell them that my home town was built by the Romans.

We plan on staying here a couple of nights, then moving on South with the eventual aim of spending a day over the border in Mexico.

I'm also doing my bit to confuse the Yanks by wearing a t-shirt which reads "The best test of a democracy is the freedom of it's critics", and it's in French. This gets the wholesome patriotic American in two ways, it's in French, the language of cheese eating surrender monkeys, and it appears that I might be criticising their government, which if they care to ask me, I am. I like to spread a little anarchy and confusion if I can.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Viva Las Vegas

Hello folks, here we are in madcap, bonkers, wildly over the top Las Vegas. We flew the first leg of our trip (Manchester to Chicago) with BMI in Business/1st Class, I am very impressed. For the people (much like ourselves until yesterday) who have never been able to enter the rarified strata of 1st Class, it goes like this....

1st - 18 fully reclining (as in into a bed) seats in acres of space
Economy - 348 seats in just enough space to accomodate 200 seats comfortably

1st - Waitress service with pre-flight champagne
Economy - A complimentary mint served by hassled stewardess

1st - A 3 course lunch, chosen from a full a la carte menu, served on real plates with real knives and forks. I went for Loch Fyne smoked salmon, rack of lamb with rosemary gravy and a cheeseboard, accompanied by a 1998 Haut Medoc and a glas of 20 year old Port, very nice indeed.
Economy - A 3 course meal that fits into a plastic tray and tastes much the same, served with a plastic cup of Chateau de Cheap Vin de Rouge which is rather oddly chilled.

1st - Afternoon tea, a election of fresh sandwiches (oh dear, smoked salmon again!) plus small cakes with fresh strawberries and clotted cream, on a proper plate, tea served in a real china cup.
Economy - something nasty in clingfilm plus luke warm tea in a paper cup.

It was nice, I mean really nice. I'd fly this way all the time if I could afford it.

Our changeover at Chicago was a little fraught, with only an hour in between landing and taking off we had to clear customs (remembering not to tick the boxes marked "are you an international terorist / nazi / communist / follower of Cthulu"), then oddly we had to retrieve our own luggage and take it to the next check in, that wasn't what I'd call good service, then clear security again where the polite but totally enormous security bloke made me remove my watch, belt, trainers and all pocket contents, we ended up running through the airport with me carrying half my clothes and trying not to let my trousers fall down.

We're here though, and we're very happy to be away from work for a couple of weeks. We have hired an SUV (in Britain this woulf be a 4WD, here it is something approaching the size of a school bus) and will be setting off touring Arizona on Wednesday.

We had a typically large American breakfast this morning, an eat all you can buffet for 13 dollars, we bought our holiday cash at 1.90 dollars to the pound so our spending power feels good, the breakfast was fantastic.

Mrs YS is at this moment sat in front of one of the millions of slot machines inside the cavernous MGM Casino, I lost 15 dollars this morning and that's probably my gambling over with for holiday.

I've been out walking along The Strip for a couple of hours to shed some of the thousands of calories of breakfast I have consumed, fending off the ticket touts pushing cards for tours, shows and prostitutes, it's a bit more lively than Ilkley.

Friday, November 09, 2007


I made my chice when I left my birthspace in the Gallente Federation and switched sides to the Caldari State. I had always hated the expansionist Gallente politics, the bullying indintimidating of the smaller neighbours along it's borders, and my views only hardened in capsuleer school as I trained alongside would be pilots of Caldari, Amarr and Minmater origins.

I've been working for the Corporate Police Force in Caldari space for some months now, I flown dozens of missions rooting out pirates, escorting caravans and mining barges and fighting fleets of self replicating drones out in deep space, and then then my agent Hola over at the CPF Logistics - Support - Security section calls me in and says she's got something for me.

A weird gas cloud that pirates of unknown origin are hiding in, they are warp disruption tech to pull passing freighters out of warp and rob them. go and sort it out she says, and like a good little trooper I load up my guns and set off to face down some pirates.

Except, it didn't quite go down that way. I loaded up my hulking Dominix battleship, which in a moment of booze fuelled idiocy I named Mr Whippy, and launched out from the CPF space base. Mr. Whippy (the ship's onboard AI personality takes on the name given by its owner) started reeling off the day's events and other items of useful information in his rather camp and prissy voice, we aligned on the target area and engaged the warp engines. Kusomonmon V has 23 moons, Moon 22 hung vast and bright behind us, a moment later it had shrunk to the size of an apple, and then with the passage of another moment the stars blurred and shifted and we spend down the tunnel of hazy, oily, refracted light that is the human experience of warp travel. I've tried asking the AI's what they see in warp, but their answers are bizarre and confusing.

We emerged after a few seconds into a bright cloud, pulses of light crawled and throbbed through the cloud's filaments, dragging hazy streams of dusty particles behind them. Mr Whippy prevented me from gazing too long at the majesty of it all by turning on the warning klaxons.

Multiple targets ranging from (whoop whoop) 80 klicks out, we are being targeted by five vessels (whoop whoop)

"Jeez turn off the fucking noise". I got ready for combat, pressed myself back into the pilots chair and the shell of the capsule rose up smoothly around me, I really should have done this back at base but like so many pilots I dislike getting gelled unless I really have to. The jack slots at the back of my skull opened up and Mr Whippy connected with me, with the capsule sealed the shockgel flooded in and quickly covered me, we were one now, man and ship.

My consciousness flooded out, I could feel my massive bulk in space, I/We engaged the drives and the battleship began slowly to turn to face it's aggressors, at the same time I reviewed the information coming in from the ship's sensor array. Five frigates were speeding towards us, two Gallente Navy Tristans and three Maulas electronic warfare support frigates. Almost as soon as we got a fix on them the Mauls threw out a blanket suppression field, although our drives were now working at full strength, they were pulling against the strange space folding effect of the field and we turned lazily like a leaf on an eddy.

We communicated by thought now, two as one. Mr W began to target four of the incoming ships, as a battleship we had a huge signature radius, it was easy for enemy ships to lock on to us, and they did within seconds, and as soon as they had locked on the missiles began to launch. We took the first and second batches of missiles on the shields before we managed to get a lock on them, within a second of locking on, the Maulas scrambled our targeting and we lost them again.

-Launch drones- I thought -Maybe they can get a lock-

~Ogres ?~

-No, send the Warriors, I bloody hate fighting Frigates-

This is the problem, Frigates are super fast and small, they're hard for a battleship to lock, it's hard to get my big coil cannons to track rapidly enough to get a decent shot on them. The five Warrior drones shot from my drone bay, this was like having five little pieces of me shot out, the fighting drones and urgent and aggressive, little hungry killers that become almost sexually excited in a fight.

Missiles continued to rain in on our shields, I watched impassive as the shield marker dropped down to zero, no matter, we're an armour tanking vessel. The two lead frigates were close enough now to open up with their ion guns, the hull began to boom as projected masses of superheated iron slammed into it. The armour plating began to fail in two places, with a thought I turned on the armour hardeners, we had installed a thermal and kinetic hardener and they began to soak up the damage. Until that is the other three ships got within range.

- bollocks -

~ indeed ~

For sixteen seconds we wallowed and lumbered to turn as the enemy pack hurled fire against us, even the hardeners were struggling to maintain armour integrity now, I switched on the first of our two nano armour repairers and began to keep a watchful mind's eye on Mr Whiipy's capacitor level. Our drones hung dead in space behind us, with all the jamming warfare around they couldn't lock either.

Finally though, lock, one two three four, instantly we opened up with the 3 dual coil cannons, and as the Tristans were already doing a close 5k orbit around us we tried to lock them with the heavy neutron blasters, the noise was deafening even through the shockgel as the 5 banks of weapons began spitting antimat shells at the frigates. The Warriors got a lock and sped off after the Tristan's, who in turn switched to shooting at the drones, they were so close to us and moving so fast that we would be really lucky to catch them with on shipboard weapons.

For the next minute or so the glittering cloud was further illuminated by bolts and streaks of red laser fire, then by the explosions of one of our drones, then rapidly by one of the Tristans. We had managed a gun lock on the leading Maulus as well now, his shields melted under the combined shell power of three banks of our twin cannons, as his armour blew apart the pilot turned his ship to run, he would know though, he was too close, there was never a chance he could outrun the guns now.

Two ships down, the other Tristan was taking damage, we were holding our own now that the incoming laser fire had been switched to the drones. Another enemy ship exploded and the two remaining support ships tried to run, we called the damaged Warriors back to the ship and launched five heavy Ogres in their place, the Ogres are as big as a frigate but just built for speed and firepower, they rapidly caught up with the fleeing frigates and tore them apart.

Those were not drone ships, in less than two minutes I had extinguished the lives of five people, five Gallente, my birth people. There is no going back now.
At The Next Election, I'll Be Voting....

Cook Like An Ecaudorian

Because new friend Eva bought me an Ecuadorian cookbook, that's why. So all I need to do now is to figure out where I can get hold of a Capybara.

Or failing that, a guinea pig or two.

"Hello ? Is that the pet shop ?

"Yes Sir, what can I do for you ?"

"I'd like to buy a guinea pig"

"Yes Sir, do you want a male or a female ?"

"Er, which is the most tender ?"

"Excuse me ?"

"And how many servings can I expect to get from one ? Hello, hello, oh, I think they've hung up."
Fizz Bang Oi ! pt.2

Thanks to everyone who came to our firework party on Tuesday, and special thanks to my partner in firework expertise / life threatening explosive danger, Wosser. Most of our conversations on the lighting up front go like this......

"How many do you reckon ?"

"Let's go for three"

"That's two, IT'S LIT, RUN AWAY !!!!"

Cheers to all the staff (and friends) that turned up, no thanks at all to the buggers that ate the last chocolate buns, or, to be rather more precise, commited the heinious sin of licking the icing off the top of the buns. After asking niece Ellie to fetch me a bun, I was presented with a pre-licked effort, naturally I blamed this on...

a) Ellie

b) Kayliegh, because she was looking guilty, as well as cute

However, after much investigation and questioning of local stool pigeons and grasses, I gather that the real suspects are none other than young Georgie Arundel, wiatress of this parish, and close friend / partner in crime Sophie.

Sophie, in case you're in any doubt, Georgie grassed you up, you should be ashamed.

Anyway, a fun night was had, the neighbour's cats were severely frightened, shards of spent rockets were scattered across the 18th fairway for me to collect the next day, and many portions of pie 'n peas were consumed, not by Sous Chef Carol though, who objects to eating anything that looks radioactive, fussy fussy.

Big thanks also to Duncan, our hard working Head Greenkeeper, who provides the mobile rocket launcher (i.e. a trailer full of bunker sand) that we use to safely set off our annual extavaganza.

See you all next year, KABOOM!!!!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Fizz Bang Oi! pt.1

We went along to the Devonshire Arms bonfire last night, it was a big do, they were expecting 3,000 people. The fireworks were brilliant, really good, like good Brits we queued to get in, then queued for a meat and potato pie, then queued for a paper cup of hot chocolate.

Walking back from the Dev to the village car park at Bolton Abbey was fun in the pitch darkness, you could tell the people that had done this before, they brought torches, everyone else just stumbled and bumped along in the blackness. I giggled a lot as I fell over tree roots, pavement edges and other walkers / stumblers.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Every RPG Character Paddy Has Played In Any Game, Ever

Counting Down The Days

To our holidays, we're flying to Las Vegas on Sunday morning, then touring Arizona North and South and hopefully popping over the border into Mexico.

We were originally going to visit Canada, but.....

Rainbow's End below Eller Ghyll, Ilkley

Raining on Ilkley Moor, Sunshine In Burley, Raining on Otley

Quite often in these parts they say the weather today will be "changeable."
Ilkley Tarn

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Banned Advertising

(Via Greasy Chip Butty)

And I do, especially when we get together with family or friends, there always comes point in the evening when I'm beset by a fit of giggles to the point that I have to leave the room, or remove my glasses to mop the laughter tears streaming from my eyes, or reach for my intal because I've managed to laugh myself into an asthma attack.

Last night at Wosser's was business as usual, I can't remember what set off the first bout of giggling*, but once I'm off, then I'm off. All the gang know this so of course it amuses them to keep me going, Candice achieved this quite well by balancing the little plastic playing pieces from the game we were playing on my hands as I struggled to control myself. I'm not kidding, my chest ached from laughing when I got home, that's a good way to be.

Here's a tip for an entertaining evening, invite someone foreign over for dinner, then suggest playing after dinner word games, "But I'm Dutch !!" came the horrified shout from Eva.

Lastly, the "Is Wosser overly competitive when playing games" multi choice quiz ?

You may pick your answers from.....

1) Yes

2) Yes

3) YES

*Although it may have been excessive consumption of red wine
Cell Block Addingham

What is this then ? A new prison complex, planned housing for short term asylum seekers, cheap housing for first time buyers ?

None of the above I'm afraid, what you can see there is the death of good architecture, which are now being slung up by Bellway Homes in Addingham in the old mill complex.

These are horrible, just horrible, it's the architectural equivalent of a big mac, thoughtless, cheapo, naff looking. Our ancestors knew how to build stuff that looked good, so why with our new and improved modern skills do we construct endless piles of boxy crap like this. Don't go thinking that this is cheap boxy crap either, a 2 bedroom flat in one of those cardboard cut out homes will set you back something in the region of £180,000. A 4 bed 'town house', which I think is modern bollocks-speak for 'terrace' will cost a mightily steep £400,000 plus.

This is a proper building, Leeds Town Hall, it's grand and imposing and looks good, particularly in this pick nicked from Videovault TV.

Videovault TV Production

This is one of my favourite buldings anywhere in the world, St. Pancras Station in London, look at that, it's just wonderful, fabulous, beautiful. But whilst there are examples of beautiful, eye catching architecture to be seen almost everywhere, the plonkers at the Bellway School for Prison Designers continue to fill up our lovely towns and villages with their overpriced, dull, oh so square little boxes.
Autumn Colours

I was out walking on a rather dull and overcast autumn day, but there are still some bursts of colour to be seen.