… a little better day today.
Despite a somewhat late night, I was still up and about before the 06:20 alarm went off.
And I’d been on my travels during the night too – setting out from Portsmouth on a ship only for there to be a problem and we all having to disembark on the Isle of Wight. And there being so many of us that the island became dramatically overcrowded.
And that’s rather like the combined plots of a couple of Navy Lark radio programmes to which I was listening during the day yesterday. It’s all getting to me these days, isn’t it?
After breakfast I had a pile of work to do on the other laptop and that took me some considerable time. And there’s still a considerable amount to do too and it’s going to take me for ever to tidy things up.
On this laptop though I attacked the images from yesterday and that wasn’t the work of 5 minutes either. But they are all on line now anyway.
And for the rest of the morning I carried on with the photos from the High Arctic.
Lunch on the wall again, with my book and my butties and the warm sun. Beautiful it was, and you would never think that it’s almost the end of October right now.
This afternoon I carried on with the photos but not for long because I ended up sprawled out on the bed again, flat out. And not just for 5 minutes either but for a good hour or so.
As a result it was 16:40 when I went out for my afternoon walk.
It was still quite a nice afternoon and the sun was still shining. As a result there was quite a crowd of people out there on the beach. Either playing about in the sand or hunting in the rockpools for lobsters and mussels and the like.
Which they immediately share with their friends, because everyone knows that you mustn’t be selfish with your shellfish.
A little bit further on, part of the rue du Nord was fenced off.
There was a cherry-picker parked in the street with some people there working on a house.
I thought at first that they might be preparing it for repointing but on closer inspection it turned out that they were taking out a stone or two above the lintel.
As I have wandered along the old walls, I’ve often seen this feature here which resembles some kind of stone wall built into the sea.
And I’ve often wondered what it might be.
But a visit to that exhibition just before I left for the Arctic came up with the answer.
It’s apparently one of the many tidal fishpools that were found at one time all along the coast here. The tide fills the pools and when it recedes it leaves plenty of water and, hopefully, plenty of fish behind.
Tea tonight was some of the crèpes that I bought the other day with some kind of stuffing and kidney beans tucked in.
Tonight’s walk was with the tripod again but for some reason I couldn’t reproduce the photos from the other night. That must have been beginner’s luck.
This photo of the Baie de Mont St Michel, taken from the car park by the lighthouse didn’t turn out too bad.
But a few others ended up in the recycle bin.
On the other hand, this photo of the full moon, taken from the same place on the Pointe du Roc with the zoom/telephoto lens turned out rather well.
It was with the full 300mm focal length in ISO400, at a speed of 1/800 with an aperture of f5.6.
And then I went to shave the palms of my hands.
Seeing as I had the telephoto/zoom lens on the camera right now after the moon, I took a photo across the bay to St Pair sur Mer.
230mm focal length at f5.6 with ISO800 at a speed of 1.6 seconds and it managed to produce something without too much camera shake.
In the foreground is the roof of one of the bunkers of the Atlantic Wall here on the Pointe du Roc
Round at the top of the cliff overlooking the harbour I set myself up with the tripod and the 18-105mm lens and a friendly local looking on.
And we were in luck because here in the outer harbour (the tide was in) there was a fishing trawler performing some kind of nautical danse macarbre as it left the quayside by the fish-processing plant in the moonlight.
IT passed through the harbour gates, which were open seeing as we weren’t all that far after high tide
I’m not quite sure what the trawler was trying to do but once she was in the inner harbour she cruised around for a while as if trying to find a berth in which to bed down.
Her lights stand out really well in the dark.
Talking of lights in the night, you can see a streak of red light in the centre at the bottom of the image.
I’d waited for quite a while in the hope that a car would go past so that I could have the effect of moving red lights, but nothing went past.
Eventually a young kid went past on a moped so that will have to do for now.
Back here now and working, and a raging thirst again. That’s a sign that I’m sickening for something again. And that’s no surprise. I haven’t been right for years now, and getting worse every day.
I’ll try to have an early night if I can and get myself ready for tomorrow. I’m off shopping on foot and I really don’t feel like it.



































