A Beaver Moon

 

A stroll down to the pier, 130 years old this year 

to catch the moon

before it goes into hiding 

darkening the Esplanade a little more.

Bright lights within.

Model Railway Exhibition

 

Back to Bute Park and Sophia Gardens to see the models

and the query scene settings.

The weekends prize winner, Cardiff Docks by no other than The Penarth MRC.

The weir water was crashing all the way across this weekend compared to last.

Green and Black M.

A funny effect.

 

A Day in the Park

A 3.2 mile round stroll

to the north along the Taff River bank

to join the avenue

crossing the Blackweir Bridge.

From Merthyr Tydfil

down to Cardiff Bay

creating a roar.

Celebrating the 70th anniversary, 1949 to 2019, of the Park being open to the public, prior to which it belonged to the 5th Marquess of Bute.

Not at all sure what attracted them here.

The stone circle with an autumn touch,

with Tolkien tree. Time to leave.

Autumn is Here

 

Singapore 1978

 Very different 47 years later. 

Marquetry Different

Quirky One

Quirky two.

Not quite so Quirky 3

Might have to do the doggie.

But mounted them anyway 

Embroidery Show

 

Ozi 🐦. 

Back Home

 

The Pampas Grass doing well,

beautiful clouds over the pier,

patient fisherman,

and beach strollers. All normal.

Backpackering 8 - Day 14

 

Dawn.

The APL Vanda on its way to Dunkirk.  Amazing what a search on Google can reveal!

Waiting 

Waiting 

Waiting 

Waiting........ ✋️ 

On the way.

Backpackering 8 - Day 13

Approaching  Portsmouth, passing the Isle of Wight 

passing outgoing containers 

to watch the sunset over the city.

Backpackering 8 - Day 12

 

After a 20 minutes taxi ride with a very helpful driver,

we found our transport home.

Leaving the harbour, with  the high wind being enjoyed by the sails 

Backpackering 8 - Day 11

 

A morning stroll down the Nervion river bank

to visit the Ribera Market opened in 1929 on the site of the original 14th century one, 

to be greeted with welcoming music,

delicious looking, very tempting pastries 

and fresh, fresh everything. 

Escalating up a floor to be met by these historically powerfull ladies, 

 to view the stained glass window 

 

we left empty handed

to find a cafe for a snack 

not expecting to be entertained by Mark Knopfler, never mind  Tom Jones.

Back up the river

passing the old train station entrance 

and the Arriaga Theatre built in 1890, to cool off in our accommodation. T'was 30+, this day.

This being our last night here, we took a walkout to see the night lights.

A few minutes saw us at the River 

walking towards the G Museum 

where spider looked even spookier. 

Then, without warning, all hell broke loose!

A calm return began.