Earlier this year I was in the Lake District, climbing Black Fell. And at the top of the hill was a trig point. Attached to that trig point was a sign. A sign with a logo. The National Trust logo.
Posts about Life
I recently made a small but significant change over on flickr. I changed my Creative Commons licenses on all my photos.
It's now less than two months to go until my final day at the BBC, which is daunting. However it's also exciting as it's less than two months until my final day at the BBC! For that means that my trip to walk the Southern Upland Way is drawing ever nearer.
Last summer I had an idea. As well as writing up my trip walking Wainwright's Coast to Coast walk, why not make a downloadable version available as well, sold for Amazon Kindle? Today, the first royalty cheque arrived.
Hello. I'm a woman, in an advert. You can tell I'm a woman because I'm wearing a dress. Or maybe a skirt. But not trousers. Because women don't wear trousers. And certainly not jeans. Women don't wear such clothes. Only someone who doesn't care about their appearance would look so bad.c
I have a slight worry that I'm turning in to one of those people who starts projects and then never finishes them. You know the kind. You start with lofty ambitions, kick it all off and then, somewhere down the line, get distracted and never finish.
Over my life I have taken thousands and thousands of photographs. As I type I have 6,570 uploaded to my flickr account, and given I tend to only upload around one out of four photos I take, clearly I've taken a fair few.
I've had a camera since I was probably seven or eight or something like that, but it was digital photography that really got me started because it ended the depressing cycle of me taking photos, sending them off to be developed, getting them back and flicking through them only to find them all badly framed, out of focus or full of those annoying stickers saying "boy do you suck at that this big time dude..." All of a sudden I could take good photographs, frame them correctly, and best of all, experiment.
Snow? At Christmas? Barking!
It seems like months since I was up North walking the Cumbria Way, which to be fair it was. However the vagaries of normal life meant that ultimately I didn't get round to writing all the blog posts I meant to about my time up there - especially as I ended up writing a plethora of articles about London at the same time. Still when you've got blog posts to write, why not write them even if it is far too late after the event! Especially when one of the things I didn't get round to blogging about was facial hair!