having a bath

So I’ve treated the wife to a day trip to bath for her 30th Birthday, and no that isn’t all I did. Bath is fun, we had a good wander around and stopped in a few pubs for beers and I took a few photos with my Holga before we went for a meal at the Hole in the Wall which isn’t a dodgy saturday night TV show with Dale Winton but rather is a nice little restaurant which serves yummy food.

Bring on the wall!

Anyway onto the photos – of two rolls I was unhappy with virtually all the results. The reason for this was that I tried to be clever and deliberately over-expose all the images. In practice what I acheived was washing them out almost completely except in about 1 case. Never mind, lesson learnt, don’t try to use bulb mode on ISO400 film in daylight.

Holga of Pulteny Bridge in Bath
Holga 120cfn
Pulteny Bridge, Bath
Fuji Provia 400

Holga of Pulteny Weir in Bath
Holga 120cfn
Pulteny Weir, Bath
Fuji Provia 400
Manaul exposure of approx 1/3rd of a second

Also on the roll when I got it developed was this one. I’m not sure what I did but I vaguely recall putting it in bulb mode and waving it around. I like it!

Holga Abstract
Holga 120cfn
Fuji Provia 400
Manual exposure of unknown length.

That’s all for now – BYE!

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all hail the tarka line rail ale trail

Saturday the 7th of March 11:00am and to celebrate my Wife’s birthday a group of us pile off to go on the Tarka Line Rail Ale Trail.

The Tarka Line

For the un-initiated this involved getting on and off trains at various middle of no-where train stations and then going into pubs to drink booze.

The Tarka Line trail kicks off in Exeter, so we start proceedings in “The Mill on the Exe”, where I select a decent local ale called Tribute. I decide to record the day with a photo of the gang before everyone is too heavily influenced by ale consumption!

Groovy gang at the Mill on the Exe

Ross knows the way to the next pub, and isn’t afraid to show us.

Rossco Pointyson

Another of Ross’ apparently limitless talents is the ability to form intricate designs in the remnants of the head of his pint. This time, it’s a birdy.

Watch the birdy

Next up we wander down the road to Exeter St Davids station where we catch the train to our second destination.

To the Platforms

Stop one is Eggesford, and the Fox and Hounds for a spot of lunch.

Eggesford Station

I lead off with a pint of Otter Bitter, and follow up with another Tribute. Mmmmm. Ale.

Tribute Ale

The food at The Fox and Hounds is very good, and is quite good value for money also. The twelve of us put a decent bit of grub in our bellies in anticipation of further ale consumption, although a few of the girls have switched to wine already. Wimps!

Two hours pass very quickly and it’s back to the station to catch another train. We decide to end our outward journey here as we’ve got limited time and have pre-selected a couple of pubs that we don’t want to miss. So it’s on a train to head back towards Exeter.

Training Day

Next stop, Morchard Road.

Morchard Road Station

Now it’s time for another group photo. Ross shows off his shy side in this one.

Rossco Superstar

Disaster! We find that Morchard Road serves a small collection of buildings which constitutes a couple of houses, a garage that is closed and our target pub, the Devonshire Dumpling. Which is also closed… Worse still, it’s an hour and a half until the next train is due…

Devonshire Dumpling

A rapid phone call to the pub convinces them to open up just for us and we all pile in. The staff tell us that they are more an eating pub than a drinking pub, and that they don’t open during the afternoon. As this is slightly at odds with the Tarka Line information leaflet, we politely point out they might want to update their entry.

More ale consumption follows.

More ale

After our alloted hour and thirty minutes we stumble back to the station to wait for a train.

Is my train on time?


On the right track

The next stop is Yeoford station.


Yeoford Station

Immediately next to the station is a building, we glance through the window and see a guy behind a bar (complete with optics) cleaning glasses. So we can be forgiven for trying to get in, only for the chap to tell us it’s his house, and not a pub! Oops.

Luckily the next pub is only over the bridge, it’s The Mare and Foal.

The Mare and Foal

I’ll confess that the service in The Mare and Foal wasn’t as good as the other pubs we’d visited. It is a lovely pub and does serve some good beer, but we’d come to expect high standards during the day and for me the Mare and Foal didn’t meet those standards.

We did get to have a good few games of pool though.

Pool shark

By now it’s dark out and we’ve got to head back to Exeter for our final stop. The train rolls into the station and we all tumble aboard.

The Night Train

Our final stop is the Great Western Hotel just next to Exeter St. Davids station. We sink another pint and our day on the trail of ale draws to a close.


The verdict – highly recommended, an excellent way to pass an afternoon. I would actually say that it’s better to spend two or more days doing this, and take in more of the stops and pubs available to you. Limited to one afternoon we only managed five of the pubs and it would have been great to fit a few more in!

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nano, nano

Have I reached rock bottom when I use corrupted versions of 1970s sitcom quotes as titles for my postings? Probably. Anyway it was the wife’s birthday just the other day so I got her a nice iPod as a present. I’ve always resisted apple equipment for indefinable reasons but I have to say it’s a smashing little bit of kit.

iPod Nano, Front

iPod Nano, back

That’s as close as I’ll get to admitting I’m wrong about something. On the subject of smashing bits of kit, this morning after five weeks of waiting my replacement Leica arrived, so on the whole I’m in a half decent mood. Gadget aquisition mode is in full effect though, I need a new phone….

Oh and look, more horrible ass-hats stealing my photo…

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stop, thief!

People seem to think it’s ok because it’s the internet – it’s not really stealing is it? Except it is.

A fair bit of my website traffic comes from people searching for “wedding rings” on google images, for which I come up on page one. Around 100 or so visitors a day arrive in this fashion, and most of them continue on their way without any noticeable impact.

Inevitably some of these visitors are searching for a wedding ring image that they can use for some reason or another. One or two take the time to ask nicely which is great.

Sadly a surprising number of people completely ignore what I have said about stealing the picture and simply start embedding it into their own website. When this is some mypsace teen gushing angst and brain sick onto the web, I simply block it. In some cases I replace the image with a request not to steal. Most of the time I simply feel sorry for them, as pretty much nobody actually looks at their webpage.

I decided to have a little scan at who had been coming to my site over the last few weeks.

Take this chap:

not my website

He’s happily blogging away sharing his life with the world at large. And getting about 1 visitor a month. Every day when nobody reads his rubbish blog, I imagine a little bit of his soul dies. So I’ll let it slide, and leave the image intact.

This gibbering cretin…

not my website

…just makes me feel sad. Very very sad. And slightly scared. “Look how loving and caring I am, I have a picture of wedding rings and a Mariah Carey song on my horrifying web page. Love me please” Um, no. I’ll be watching this one, poised to replace the image with something suitably inappropriate if the traffic starts to increase.

Now it gets a bit harder, over here…

not my website

…is a site that’s actually generating a fair bit of traffic, but seems to be one I simply can’t do anything about. It appears to be a website for survivors, presumably of horrible and often terminal illnesses. Can I replace the photo with a picture of a poo? Is that going to far? I fear that may be, even for a misanthropic fury machine such as myself. I have to draw the line somewhere…

These are just a selection of the naughty people who think this sort of behaviour is ok. I’ve got this far without really having a point. Stealing is bad, stay in school kids.

Oh and my replacement Leica should FINALLY be arriving on Wednesday, yay!

update I found some more.

selling wedding rings?

not my website

And yet you can’t even supply your own photograph. Very classy, you massive horrible turds. Not sure I can let this particular one slide, after all they are a business, who am I, mr free stock photos? (The answer to that is no by the way, I’m not).

Seriously, what? I’m fairly sure this isn’t even written in English, I mean I only understand one or two words on there. I’m not thick either, so it must be foreign. Zut alors.

not my website

Now what? Oh look, another one. YOUR WEBSITE IS RUBBISH. Everything you stand for is a lie. At least I think so but again I can’t really understand the words. I know a thief when I see one though.

not my website

When will it end? Oh the humanity. This one just takes the piss I mean, COME ON! The picture doesn’t even fit, if you are going to steal at least have the decency to show the photo properly. Ronnie, is that any way to start your marriage – by stealing? Shame on you Ronnie. Shame on you.

not my website

I can’t stand it any more. Except I can becuase this is fun. Hee hee.

That’s all for now.

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