Share Your World: 15 Aug 2022

Do you prefer to live in a single-storey property like a bungalow, a high rise apartment, or a house?

Right now we live in a lovely 1930s bungalow – our personal choice, this is hopefully our forever home so we wanted to be sure to buy somewhere without stairs we could safely grow old in. But over the years I’ve lived variously in houses, bungalows, farm cottages, and a first floor flat – never in a high-rise though.

If you won a large amount of money on the lottery, would you want publicity or keep things quiet and low key?

I’ve often wondered that myself? I’m not generally someone who likes a fuss made about things so quiet and low-key sounds more like me, but if it was a particularly large amount of money that would alter the rest of my life completely, I’m not so sure… Maybe then I’d want to share the news of my good fortune with the whole world, who knows?

How do you like your eggs?

Ha! I’ve shared this one before, so some of you may have heard it already – but honestly, it is a true story!

Back in my younger single days, on one occasion I was invited over to spend the evening with a man I was quite keen on at the time. I told him that sounded fun, but asked how late was he expecting me to stay? He smiled a knowing smile and said ‘Well put it this way, how do you like your eggs in the morning?’ to which I replied, dead-pan, without missing a beat, ‘Preferably unfertilised…’ 🙂

If cars were no longer available, what would be your choice of transport?

Taking the question literally, we don’t own a car now, so how we travel depends mainly on distance – for short distances we walk, for medium distance trips we take a bus, or for longer journeys a train. Or for going to America to visit my in-laws, we take an airplane. But if the question relates to a future world with no engines using up precious energy at all, I’d walk, or own a horse, or sail away into the sunset using wind power, just like everyone did in the past…

Share Your World

Typically Topical

I tend to find the content of my blog posts seems to mirror whatever is going on in my life at any given time – whatever is life-topical at the time, inevitably becomes blog-typical.

When I first started blogging over eight years ago I was 50 years old, living in a one-bedroom first floor flat in London with no garden or any outside space at all, and my blog reflected that reality. I went out a lot, just to be outside, and typically took pictures of big city life, of parks and public spaces, of tube trains and buses and buildings and inevitably people – nameless and generally faceless strangers, commuters and tourists and locals and incomers.

I took pictures of flowers in other people’s postage-stamp front gardens, taken from the outside looking in. I took pictures of trips we went on, visits to Brighton and to Scotland, including trains shots and track shots and station shots and landscapes seen through train windows.

And then in 2019 we sold up and moved back to Inverness, buying a detached house with a garden of our own front and back, and I slowly settled into making our new house a home. Sadly a few months later the Covid pandemic hit and for the next while – the longest while, as it turned out – everybody’s world necessarily shrank to the size of their own back yard. But at least now we had one to call our own.

No visitors allowed, no travel or trips allowed anywhere, no doing anything at all that wasn’t strictly necessary. It set the pace for a slow life, a small life, but a potentially safe life. Inevitably my blog posts shrank accordingly, mirroring a life that was slower, smaller, and supposedly safer. Even when I caught Covid myself in early January 2021, long before we were all vaccinated as a population, my blog followed my progress along the way.

So here I am in 2022, looking my 59th birthday in the eye with an increasingly dodgy arthritic hip and the last lingering remnants of Long Covid, wondering what comes next for my blog? And I know that that depends one hundred percent on on what comes next for my life as I approach my 60th year on this planet? Typically still lots of garden pics, but hopefully something more too – maybe a few trip pics, a few tourist pics, a few more city-scapes and lots more landscapes again?

Whatever it is, you can be sure my blog will continue to reflect my life as it happens, typically topical as ever… 🙂

Weekly Prompts: Mirror

Children’s Fairground Ride

A children’s fairground ride waiting patiently for potential customers as the annual summer travelling fair arrives in Nairn, setting up on the Links by the beach as it has done ever since I was a child…

It’s always better capturing fairground rides at night, with flashing lights illuminating the shot and motion blur giving movement to the image, but sadly we weren’t planning staying that long… Maybe another day 🙂

Weekly Prompts: Fairgrounds