Had two days in Newcastle this week. Outside of work time, I had a walk along the quay at sunrise and sunset. There were hundreds of people taking pics in the evening. But this morning, it was just me, a lot of pigeons and the odd jogger. Now I know I ain’t no scientist, but I couldn’t work out how the sun was reflecting on the arch of the bridge.
Work is overtaking life at the moment, so here is another visual post. A very early morning walk along the Thames estuary at Tankerton near Whitstable, Kent. The hotel is where the set of chimneys are, next to the white house at the top of the path.
I was invited to a workshop in Ottawa last September, all expenses paid. Very nice. I decided to the extend the trip by booking an extra night myself. I booked my one night, in the same hotel, on Expedia. I arrived at the Elgin Hotel early evening. My room (Expedia) was pretty rubbish; dark, overlooking some enormous drum things, but as it was only one night and already evening, I didn’t think it would matter. 
About 8pm a terrible sound started, like the groaning and howling of an old ship engine. It was relentless, oppressive and SO LOUD. Continue reading
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