I made this picture on the day I went into town to have my laptop rebuilt. Unfortunately the re-build was a complete failure and a waste of my time but I did grab a few pictures on the way. This was a vey quickly grabbed shot as I liked the way the people positioned between or against the pillars.
Back to black and white After a set of colour Makes for a nice change
Living in a large city I’m used to large fire stations. All the ones that I’m aware of have facilities to support a number of appliances, as well as the usual accomodation and training areas. As a result, the fire station at Mablethorpe always seems small by comparison. There’s a full size fire engine parked in there – you can just see it peeping out of the doors, and there are certainly enough fire officers around as I saw a video recently where they were dealing with a collapsed wall on top of one of the local stores, and there were several people in attendance.
I bet it dosen’t have a pole to slide down though.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this to be honest, other than to pointlessly note that a small town has a smaller fire station than a large city. Look out for more exciting blog posts to come… 😀
Making pointless posts On the size of fire stations In small seaside towns
And so the “photos of houses” (or a “guest” house in theis case) continues. I expect thwo or three more days of these to go – although a couple of them are not houses, so there’s that…
I did manage to finish and develop a roll of HP5+ yesterday though, so the future of the blog, insofar as having some fresh photos, is assured for another week or so if I can get my finger out and start scanning them. 🙂
White against blue sky A guesthouse gable-end shines In September sun
The Eagle Hotel, with it’s eagle stood on a ledge on the side of the building, is a familiar landmark when I visit Mablethorpe, standing perhaps a quarter mile from the town’s main street. The hotel is currently up for sale – the pandemic not having been beneficial to such establisments no doubt a factor.
A grand bird of prey Perched upon a hotel side Looking for owners
The light on this house was gorgeous as I passed by so I made a photograph (and similar pictures of a number of other buildings on the same street). Sometimes nice light is all you need and the photos just present themselves.
It’s a handsome looking house, although I’m unsure as to it’s age – I expect at least a hundred years have passed since it’s construction though. It’s a shame about it’s twin next door which is boarded up and an ashen grey colour. It’s been boarded up for several years as far as I can recall.
Old house in nice light Better kept than it’s neigbour Which needs TLC
This pitures today show St. Joseph’s, a catholic church in the seaside resort of Mablethorpe. It’s a building I’ve photographed before (although, without looking, I can’t remember if I’ve posted photos of it on the blog previously).
Although I’m not a religious man, I like photographing (and looking at, and inside) churches. They are fascinating and impressive buildings regardless of faith and often make for interesting photographs.
The sunlight made for another nice picture on this occasion, I think, illuminating the warm browns of the brickwork against the blue of the sky. Similarly, the light on the statuette of Mary in one of the windows also made for a good picture, and I like the way the clouds are reflected in the glass.
I’ve passed by this way On numerous occasions Never been inside
I’m back at work tomorrow after a week and two days of leave. The decorating is almost complete now – just the kitchen to finish off and a few odds-and-sods to tidy up. Tomorow will likely be the decorator’s last day here. For anyone wondering at the ostentatiousness of us having a decorator, the simple reason for this is that I’m terrible at this stuff. We learnt early on in our home-owning journey that paying a professional to do this stuff would produce far better results. It oviously has its downside in terms of expense, but I’d much prefer the end result to look good than to save a bit of money and have it look shabby.
The end result of the last week has been that I could really do with another week off just to recover – I’m exhausted. Apart from all the maneouvering of furniture from room to room, dismatling and re-assembling beds and so forth, we’ve also been getting up at 7am every morning for the past two weeks to get everything ready before the decorator, carpet fitters, kitchen fitters etc. arrived. The only day where I had any time to myself really was yesterday, when I managed to get pretty much the full day to myself (I went out and made some photographs, and thens saw Dune at the cinema – great movie BTW, amazing visuals!). Despite that, I’m still exhausted and not really looking forward to being back at work. I do tend to find what I do for a living interesting and fullfilling though, so that will ease things a little.
So, a bit of a waffle today, but the picture below features some pictures that other people have painted, so there’s a slim connection with my decorating tale I suppose.
Oh my I’m so tired I could sleep for a whole week If given the chance
The British weather being what it is, it never hurts to have someplace to shelter from it, whether the rain, wind, or even (perhaps more rarely) hot sunshine. Most seaside resorts have such things, often along the promenade where passersby can watch the tide come in while it pours with rain. These brightly painted concrete shells sit just back from the promanade at Mablethorpe and look inland or across a large caravan park.
During bad weather Why not hide in a blue shell Not Mariokart!
This is the lifeboat station on the promenade at Mablethorpe. If you look closely in the circular window to the right of the building, there’s a small, knitted caostguard figure peering out. You can see them better in this picture I took a few years ago.
These men and women Who volunteer their efforts To save people’s lives
This was taken as I sat with a cup of tea and a flapjack on a bench near the cafe. Sadly the flapjack was a little melted from being in the full sun and, to my dismay, a small insect decided to take it’s own life by drowning itself in my tea before I could finish drinking it. Nontheless, as I sit typing this after a full week of complete and upper upheaval while we have the whole of the the upstairs and the staircase decorated, a melted flapjack and insect-polluted tea on a sunny day beside the sea would be quite welcome.
I mustn’t grumble Despite things I didn’t like I ate fish and chips