12:15 AM | Author: Paul

It snowed!

10:37 PM | Author: Paul
Damas y caballeros, les presentamos Cachito.
10:32 PM | Author: Paul
Happy Birthday Jo!
10:31 PM | Author: Paul
Le Rhône
10:28 PM | Author: Paul
Vieux Lyon et la Basilique.
10:26 PM | Author: Paul
Lyon visto desde el parque zoológico.
10:25 PM | Author: Paul
The water jet from lake Geneva, seen from high up in the old centre.
10:24 PM | Author: Paul

Lake Geneva, Switzerland
10:22 PM | Author: Paul
Vieux Lyon, Rue St Jean
10:21 PM | Author: Paul
Vieux Lyon
10:17 PM | Author: Paul
Dans une Traboule.
10:04 PM | Author: Paul
En las ruinas romanas de Lyon.
9:23 PM | Author: Paul

Where we feed the ducks, in the sunlight.
9:21 PM | Author: Paul


Where we feed the ducks, in the fog.
9:15 PM | Author: Paul


Cynthia's duck (named 'Blanco' by Ben) by the Thames when it was foggy for 4 days in a row.
9:13 PM | Author: Paul


It's Christmas!
9:09 PM | Author: Paul


A thatched cottage at Clifton Hampden. We stay in this village every summer on our canoe-camping weekend.
9:07 PM | Author: Paul

Wittenham Clumps and Didcot Power Station
8:29 PM | Author: Paul

The Poem Tree
8:04 PM | Author: Paul


This is the 'Poem Tree' at Wittenham Clumps. On it is carved:


As up the hill with labr'ing steps we tread Where the twin Clumps their sheltering branches spread The summit gain'd at ease reclining lay And all around the wide spread scene survey Point out each object and instructive tell The various changes that the land befell Where the low bank the country wide surrounds That ancient earthwork form'd old Mercia's bounds In misty distance see the barrow heave There lies forgotten lonely Cwichelm's grave. Around this hill the ruthless Danes intrenched And these fair plains with gory slaughter drench'd While at our feet where stands that stately tower In days gone by up rose the Roman power And yonder, there where Thames smooth waters glide In later days appeared monastic pride. Within that field where lies the grazing herd Huge walls were found, some coffins disinter'd Such is the course of time, the wreck which fate And awful doom award the earthly great.

— Joseph Tubb, 1844–45