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Graffiti   1 comment

This post has been inspired by recent posts by Brit on the Rock which have included photographs of some of the graffiti around Gibraltar. Generally graffiti is just mindless vandalism which creates work as people have to clean it off, but sometimes it shows an underlying artistic talent that maybe could be harnessed in some way.

 

On the side of a squash court

On the side of a squash court

 

As can be seen in the slideshow at the bottom of this post, graffiti gets everywhere. This example does seem to me to show a talent for design, and whilst it might not be clear from the photograph the orange colour has been used to highlight elements of the design very well. I begin to think its a pity the person who did this hasn’t got a place in an art and design college somewhere. Not a clue what it means though!!

This next effort clearly shows artistic talent.

 

That's Handy

That’s Handy

 

With the current proliferation of many poor quality websites let down by their graphics and their design, seems to me there is a lot of talent being potentially missed out there. Clearly we need to take this art off the streets, but may be there is scope for graffiti walls within school premises using special paint which is easily removed. Artistic efforts could be photographed by the school and potentially submitted as course work, before being removed.

Many years ago the less academically bright boys were taught subjects like woodwork and metalwork and the less bright girls did domestic studies like cookery. Are we missing the opportunity to nurture those who are less able to communicate effectively by missing very obvious artistic talents.

 

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All pictures taken with my Samsung Galaxy Note II smart phone.

Posted March 13, 2013 by bluonthemove in Gibraltar, Publishing, Walking, Wimbledon

Taking a Gander…   2 comments

Toronto

Photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net


 

Gander Airport

Gander Airport
Courtesy of Google Maps and R. Villarias

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Canada is one of those countries one goes to, that one immediately likes. Its true that in my case it was always coupled with a business trip to the USA and I was certainly jaded from up to three weeks working in the USA by the time I arrived.

There was always something peaceful about Canada, even in Toronto (pictured) but perhaps more so in Montreal. Many of the best aspects of French culture have been taken by the city and made their own.

I remember clearly on my first visit that I had a client meeting where the address was fourteen thousand and odd Trans Canada Highway. I really had visions of driving for about 2 days and the meeting being actually in Vancouver.

It was with trepidation then that I ordered a taxi from my hotel, made sure that it took credit cards, jumped in the back purposely refusing to look at the meter at any point during the journey.

I managed to get there in the end and only a few minutes late. The cab fare however was somewhat over 100 C$.

On a more recent occasion I was flying from New York to London on American Airlines. Sitting across the isle from me was a very pleasant American woman doctor with whom I was discussing the importance of Continuing Medical Education. We were interrupted by a stewardess who asked the medic to go with her as an old lady was suffering some kind of distress.

The old lady was brought forward to sit with the doctor and given an oxygen mask. We weren’t too far from Gander at the time, so we were diverted to there. For those that don’t know, in the days before they could fly very far, planes would take off from Heathrow, fly to Shannon in the West of Ireland, refuel there, then fly to Gander where they would again fill their tanks for the rest of the journey. Since the advent of the 747 Gander is no longer used for this purpose.

On our arrival at Gander, some paramedics boarded the plane. Two of them immediately helped the old lady, the third seemed to be rifling through her things. The doctor, seeing the concern on my face and knowing I was from the UK, leaned over and told me they were just looking for her credit cards to make sure she could pay for their services. Not entirely sure what they would have done if she didn’t have one, but she was an American so unlikely.

By this time the delay mean’t we had missed our landing time at Heathrow, and we weren’t allowed to take off from Gander until a new time spot could be agreed, which was problematic given how busy Heathrow Airport is. The end result was we were on the tarmac for about 4 or 5 hours, they were not able to allow us off the plane or able to bring extra supplies on board.

This was a day time flight so we didn’t arrive at Heathrow in the end until somewhat after midnight and the place was deserted. American Airlines laid on some buses and I was able to get to Victoria Station but had to get a taxi from there to get me home.

I’ve been playing with the formatting on this post, as I don’t really like the default way that WordPress handles placing text around images. It seems to work fine on both my PC Laptop and Apple Airbook, but might not work too well with tablets and phones. Please let me know if you have a problem with it.

Posted January 28, 2013 by bluonthemove in Food, Publishing, Travel, Walking

A snowy day is no for caching   8 comments

The title is adapted from that well known Irish saying of which my father was so fond.

“A windy day is no for thatching”.

A snowy day

A snowy day

I’ve been reading quite a lot on wordpress about geocaching, so found myself last night going over to the geocaching.com website and having a look round. If you don’t know what geocaching is take a look at the site yourself.

There are several geocaches quite close to me, so I thought I’d go out and take a look. Indeed 3 of them are on or just off the Long and Winding road of my previous post. I have an old Garmin emap GPS which I bought in 1999 but haven’t used for a couple of years which I thought could be given a new lease of life.

Isn’t the Internet a wonderous thing. I went into Google and found the instruction manual for my old Garmin, and most importantly, how to manually enter GPS coordinates. I know I could download a geocaching app to my GPS enabled smartphone, and if I catch the geocaching bug I might well do so.

So there I was, a couple of hours ago, wrapped up in a warm coat and ready to go out. It’s snowing. I decide to leave the GPS at home and just take a walk down to the first cache site and see what I can see. I didn’t really search very much as I immediately realised where it was and the snow was getting heavier. Sneakily the geocaching.com map seems to suggest the cache is on the other side of the road.

Now I know where to look, all I need now is a dry morning. Not sure what I’d do if I found it as all the ones nearby seem to be micro caches which I suppose is no surprise in an urban area. I’d guess the drill is sign the log and replace it where it was. There are also some up on Wimbledon common, these might be more interesting but the weather needs to warm up a bit before I’m going all the way up there.

Posted January 14, 2013 by bluonthemove in geocaching, Publishing, Walking, Wimbledon

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The long and winding road   6 comments

The Long and winding path

The Long and winding path

OK, not exactly a road, more a footpath.

This is the footpath that I take to walk to Wimbledon town centre.

Now that might not inspire you very much, but the point of the post is to show a few pics taken with the camera built into my new phone. Its 8.8 megapixels so ought to be quite good, but its not as easy to hold steady as a proper camera, so there is a little blurring.

Town Centre itself was quite busy and by the noise some of the younger people were making I’d guess the pubs had done a brisk trade too. Its also cold and damp, so decided I wouldn’t stay away from home for too long.

 

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Posted January 6, 2013 by bluonthemove in Food, Walking, Wimbledon

Trees   7 comments

I like trees, more so than most members of the human race if the truth is known. I sometimes think the phrase “as thick as two planks” is unfair to trees.

I went one time to Tenerife, on a freebie travel agents holiday, and as a result criss crossed the interior of the island many times, very much seeeing parts average tourists never did.

My travel companion and our Canarian guide

This was essentially a trip for divers, so the two non divers teamed up to investigate the walking opportunites that Tenerife has to offer. In case you are wondering dear readers, that slope is as steep as it looks, and the path as treacherous.

This is a dragon tree. Quite similar to the one in the Convent in Gibraltar posted by Britontherock

Having got a bit further down, the slope is now more gentle and we are getting a view down towards the coast. Oh look, free oranges!!

Orange trees. Growing wild, and self service.

At this point we are still quite high up, and although this picture only has a token tree on the right hand side, the views at this point were spectacular. Just wish I was a better photographer and hadn’t set the camera to a low resolution setting.

Spectaular view, token tree!!

Having safely completed our descent, we went for a posh lunch where we met up with the divers who had completed their morning dives. That afternoon we all went to a small town, don’t remember what it was called, but it had some nice trees in the town centre.

Foreground 2 locals, background church tower thing.

The church tower in the main square, from a different angle.

More church tower, less tree.

There are also trees in the leafy London suburbs. Here are a couple of photos taken in Richmond, South West London to finish off this post.

Deer feeding in the dapled sunlight in Richmond Park.

The old Richmond alms houses, in a beautiful tree lined setting

Posted July 14, 2012 by bluonthemove in Tenerife, Travel, Walking, Wimbledon