Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Bridge Camera

Every Monday night a select band of fellows gather round a table in our local pub. We euphemistically call it 'Camera Club', which isn't a club and we rarely talk about cameras. In fact we want to call it something else, because we know that when we say "We're going to Camera Club" everyone thinks we dress up in doubtful raincoats and club together to hire a dodgy model from Leicester. No, each week in strict rotation one of us will nominate a subject which we attempt to shoot during the week, and the next Monday we will present our results to each other. Our presentations are obviously anointed with comforting libations, and always end in us roundly abusing each other. It is stimulating, thought provoking, and great fun. 

We're probably in our third year now (nobody can quite remember) and have done everything from books to boats. And once, when half of us had failed to turn up, absence. The winner was one of those cardboard holders for two dozen eggs. With one taken out. Anyway, last night it was bridges, and Saturday saw Youngest Boy and I talking about these devastating floods as we stood next to the Great Ouse at Great Barford in Bedfordshire (top), and Sunday saw all of us belting around the countryside in wintry sunlight looking at all our local contenders. The nearest bridge to my home is the next one down, where I always stop to see the water level of the River Welland, hoping to catch a glimpse of a heron. Then another county boundary bridge between Leicestershire and Northamptonshire, next to the old Ashley station (how appropriate) and finally Medbourne with its classical English pose for the camera. Thence back up to our village and me setting to fire to the kitchen again for Sunday lunch. 


Stephen Barker said...

Surprised the Welland is relatively low in the photos, I would have thought it would nearly up to the top of it's banks. The land in the valley must be waterlogged by now.

Peter Ashley said...

The Welland was much higher just the day before. The surrounding pastures are indeed under water, and the Welham duck is making an appearance again, swimming down the middle of the road outside the pub.

Stephen Barker said...

I lived in Welham for a few years and can remember taking a circuitous route to get in the village when the valley was flooded.
It does look impressive when the fields are covered in water. It would have been less impressive if the house was flooded as well.