Wednesday 1st June 2011

Wednesday; Half past week and thoughts, as ever, turn to the upcoming weekend. Is this all we do, wish our lives away, hoping that tomorrow will be even better than today? Will we ever be happy with our lot in life? Maybe, maybe not.

As the bank holiday weekend ended, the sun did indeed come out of hiding and shone down from a cloudless sky. I drove to work, worked and then drove back home. Via Tesco, as we had forgotten some stuff last week. So, I rushed round the supermarket and ended up spending £32, without even trying. And its not as though it was Waitrose! So, anyway, back home and a quick meal. I had bought a larger joint of beef for the weekend, and sliced the left over, so I could warm that in the oven, cook vegetables and warm the remaining gravy, and in half an hour a proper roast dinner!



And then I got a call from my friend, Gary: did I want to go to Worth to see some hot rods? And take pictures?? Yes.



So, Gary pulled up at half seven and drove over to Worth the other side of Deal. There were already two huge American cars and a couple of ropy looking British cars that had been souped up. As we wandered around, more arrived. Their owners all looked the same; between 40 and 60, greased hair made into quiffs and Das, leather and denim was the uniform, and their soundtrack rock and roll or rock-a-billy. The guys partners mostly had dressed of the same period, all ruffed skirts, stockings and bright red lipstick. All very rock and roll.



We went onto the pub to get a drink so to make out we had come for something other than photography, it was all very welcoming. Due to a full belly, beer was out and so I had a whisky.

We went back out to snap a couple of late arrivals before the light finally failed, and then headed back home to pour over the shots we had got that night.



Now the football season has ended, evenings stretch out like a long and stretched out thing; and still I don’t seem to get much done. I am still working on the lawn, and the weekend rain helped for sure. And our fruit trees/plants are all bearing fruit, and so the promise is of our own produce and maybe making jam come the autumn.
Sadly, it has been too cool to sit on the patio of an evening, maybe it will warm up this week. There really is nothing quite like sitting there, surveying our little piece of England as the hills to the south of us reflect the evening sun. I guess tonight we may go for a walk in the evening sunshine, me snapping insects and interesting flowers as we wander along.



Its not a bad life all in all.