Tuesday, October 18, 2011 at 1:08PM I've uploaded my shortlisted entries to the gallery. Vote for your favourites across four categories: People; Wildlife; Landscape; Travel Icons. I can make four submissions in total. Submissions can all be in one category or spread across the four. Closing date for the competition - Friday 21st October 2011.
Thursday, October 6, 2011 at 9:33PM At last, the Argentina and Uruguay shots are uploaded and ready to view. See the gallery!
Monday, July 12, 2010 at 9:10PM Tis a thing of beauty, that is only slightly dented. Bugger, does it weigh a ton. Swim, lunch, fun, company. The warmth of a summer sun on drying skin in a garden filled with tropical plants and only a soupcon of wine. And then to leave the freedom of few clothes, the sense of sun on your face, stretched limbs. Leathers, armour, helmet, boots. And a fill-up on the A47 with adverse camber and too much traffic. Like I said, only slightly dented and a few bruises. No matter. All experience. All sensation. All another link in the chain. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger said Nietsche. Ok, well maybe.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010 at 10:45PM It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single women in possession of a good income and a spare garage must be in want of a Harley. Or have I not got that quote quite right? Heaving bosoms and simmering passions aside, at least for the moment, there is definitely something about a Harley that makes your life seem, well, different. Having tripped over to Uppingham on a normal Saturday morning thinking for all the world that the highlight of my day would be chosing which kind of cake I would have with my coffee, what a pleasant surprise it was to find out, when I poked my head around the Harley showroom door, that my bike had arrived. That morning. Unannounced. It stood, majestically, amongst the clutter of Ducatis gently shedding motes of dust from its packaging.
Monday, May 3, 2010 at 10:16PM Having done a straw poll of several friends the jury is still out on whether I am going through a mid-life crisis (early of course....) or whether the wild-child is starting to re-emerge (though frankly, I am not sure she ever went away. Maybe just a forced vacation). The talk about getting a dragon tattoo isn't helping of course. I prefer to think of it as a re-alignment of my perspective on life, afterall, we are just a collection of atoms that nature will eventually re-distribute. I'd like mine, if they were blown up large enough to see.... and atoms are really, really small - if you wanted to see the atoms in a drop of water, you would have to make the drop 24 kilometres across.... to say 'handle with care'. Does that mean my personal atoms are fragile or explosive? Not sure is the truth. But either way, best not put me in the post.
Having not ridden a bike for a very long time, I was somewhat nervous, to say the least, of bowling up to Sycamores in Uppingham and asking for a test ride. Wandering into the showroom one Saturday afternoon though, seduced by the chrome and custom paint jobs of the bikes through the plate glass window (Harley Davidson garages should be covered up, like sex shops, to not distract you from real and wholesome errands like buying the groceries), it was only a matter of time before I was having a chatty conversation with the salesman along the lines of 'so, what's the delivery time' and 'can you tell me if there is a bouyant resale market'. It was really a very slippery slope and being a good salesman, he knew it. Suddenly I found myself with a free Harley screensaver and a document in triplicate headed up 'Deposit' bearing something that looks alarmingly like my signature ( I think I must have blanked out at some point). But it's a beauty and feels as good to ride as to look at. Mid-life-wild-child. It has a certain ring to it.....
Harley Davidson