Sunday 29th September 2019, 1.10pm (day 2,957)
More rain. The river is high, although I’ve seen it higher. Shelter seemed a sensible option this afternoon.
The lump in the background is the lower slope of Ben Nevis, highest mountain in Great Britain and something I have decided it is past time I hauled myself up. Thus, it is tomorrow’s target for a walk. Here’s hoping for somewhat better weather than we had this evening — but it is forecast to be… wish me luck.
I will remain in Vietnam until Wednesday night but I have to work from this point on, so today, Monday, was the last of my three-day weekend of tourism. Shipping visitors out from Saigon and into the Mekong Delta is a major industry which I was happy to buy into for a day; in case you think there is something ‘authentic’ about this shot let me observe that the four people in the front of this boat are all Europeans of various types. Nevertheless this doesn’t reduce the attractiveness of the place, with its water the colour of milky tea and a general level of peacefulness here on the northern edge of the county of Ben Tre, 90 minutes’ drive south of the big city. Yes, I like Vietnam… highly recommended.
Boat Quay is that bit of Singapore that you come to if you are happy to be enticed into one of at least thirty pubs, cafes and/or restaurants that line the riverside: the corrugated iron rooves that cover the al-fresco tables are clear on this shot, taken from 33 floors up. It’s a good-looking city in fact: and far more attractive than Dubai.
Last day before the return to work, and fortunately, the weather seems to have relented (for now) and decided to give us a taste of spring. A day for a short walk in the woods then. I like the formal qualities of this shot, the way the parties on the other bank gather themselves into groups; though the two in the middle background seem to spoil it just a little bit.
Tory cuts notwithstanding there remains a decent municipal waste tip a couple of miles away and even if you can’t drive to that the council will pick up this kind of thing from your house. So, sorry, but what’s the fucking point in dumping a broken chair by the side of the river, in a now-inaccessible but visible and central spot, where it will presumably sit for several months? Mucky bloody bastards. I hate this kind of neglect. I could say it’s a middle-aged thing but actually I’ve always hated it.
The photo was taken, and it does epitomise what was a wonderfully sunny and warm day, particularly later on. But I frankly don’t really care what it was like or about, on what was another stellar day in recent British history. I was supposed to be going to Manchester today, but had an enforced day at home because of the closure of Manchester Victoria station for reasons of which I am sure you’re probably aware. At the moment I feel angry with just about everything.
Quick walking tour of Prague this morning although as you can see it was a rather gloomy day. This picture is taken from the Charles Bridge, a lovely piece of medieval engineering art, and these days heaving with people, possibly the selfie centre of Europe. I pointed my camera upriver instead. The Vltava has its source at the southern edge of the Czech Republic and runs north into the Elbe, and eventually the North Sea.