Tuesday 30 June 2009

Blue






My apologies for my enforced absence from bloggerland, as they say on the BBC, it was due to circumstances beyond my control. I hate BT.
I don't know, you turn your back for five minutes and what happens? The King of Pop pops his clogs. Sheesh!
But not being one to hold a grudge, (well not much) and to reflect the sunny disposition with which I make my return to bloggerland and to demonstrate how little I give a shit that Jacko has snuffed it, here are a couple of summerlike pics which I took during my absence.
The middle one was taken on Saturday at Arbroath harbour beside the visitor centre, I loved the combination of blue green and yellow. So summery.
The top and bottom ones were taken at Carnoustie beach last week. I resisted the urge to go for a paddle!

6 comments:

  1. Well, it's about time.

    Nice to see you back and your photos too.

    What does 'paddle' mean to you? I think it's one of those words that is similar enough but different enough as well. Like 'wade.'

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  2. Wahey! Welcome back, Neil.

    If Neil,s much like me, by the way, "paddle" means strictly big toe in then oot to the warmth. That North Sea defies the laws of physics by being several degrees below zero. Must be very salty or sumfink.

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  3. Beautiful blues, deep enough to sink into.
    As for MJ - let the man die! Internet was crammed, jammed, almost brought to a standstill with hysterical 'fans' downloading stuff (I presume)
    Of course, there was nothing else going on in the world, or so you'd think from the media!
    Rant over - sorry . . .

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  4. Ah, ok naldo... your paddle is like my notion of 'wade' which I think it different from your notion of wade. Most cross-cultural linguisticky stuff can sort of make sense but I've found that words that describe 'kicking off your shoes, rolling up your jeans and getting your feet wet in a body of water' vary more than any others I've come across.

    To me paddle, to paddle, involves a paddle whether that's ping-pong, canoeing, kayaking or some kind of kinky sex practices. It does make one wonder what Neil was doing down at Carnoustie beach! ;-P

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  5. Aha, now I understand the cross-cultural linguisticky interest. The secret's out...... my relationship with Carnoustie beach will never be the same... oh the shame! ;-)

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  6. I just knew it! I just knew that you were one of those pernicious pesty ping-pong players!

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