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Old School Photos {literally}

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Must have had a slight ‘moment’ yesterday. I was quite sure I wasn’t going to get involved with Tara’s Blogger Yearbook because I knew all my old school photos were safely buried in storage. At the 11th hour I remember that they were actually in mother’s chest which is in the house. These photos have actually been in the chest since my mother took them off the wall, probably about 25 years ago or so. Frankly, that’s a blessing.

I think I’m 7 in the photo above. My two front teeth aren’t long through, that gap between them isn’t there now. But I can see I’d already chipped the left hand one (eating corn on the cob, of all things). The two moles above my lip…check…the one in the middle of my cheek…check….weird cowlick style fringe…uncheck.

Fast forward 3 years and here I am at 10, possibly 11.

Bit chubbier round the face, puppy fat I guess. I’ve sorted the dreadful fringe out, but my mother made me wear my hair in a central parting with slides to keep it off my face to ‘prevent spots’. Odd. I look pretty pleased with myself though, I wonder why. Possibly Sister Joseph Mary was standing behind the photographer threatening to slap my legs if I didn’t smile. She was a vicious woman who hated children. Odd that she went in to teaching really.

Fast forward 30 years and here I am now.

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I’ve lost the cowlick fringe and, bonus, the centre parting. The chipped tooth is still there, as indeed are two of milk teeth (my incisors)…I never lost them and my adult incisors came through next to my two front teeth, like fangs. I think the photo up the top must be one of the last of me with ‘normal’ teeth and not fangs next to my front top teeth. Happy days.

The moles are still there too, as familiar to me as the back of my hand. But there seem to be crinkly bits too, wrinkly crinkles…and grey hairs…and the presence of a small child in the photo….ah, ‘now’ I get it….narrows crinkly eyes at those Megaboys.

 

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Royal Wedding Musings

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Despite my cynicism I watched the Royal Wedding. Well of course I did, it’s a moment of history and a spectacle of the sort that only comes along a couple of times in a lifetime. General musings…

  • The country might be broken, but we really, really know how to put on a show. No country comes near us when it comes to pageant and pomp.
  • Likewise, we are the best at choirs. In the Choir Olympics, we would take gold.
  • Someone should hide Princess Catherine’s black eyeliner pencil and blusher.  Why does she trowel it on like that? She’s so pretty, she doesn’t need all that slap.
  • Prince Harry was the only royal, other than the bride and groom, who really looked like he was enjoying himself. The rest of them looked utterly miserable. Apart from Zara Phillips and her giggles.
  • The Rt Revd and Rt Hon Richard Chartres looks and sounds like God. I think they must has asked him to turn down The God today, because normally he BOOMS. I once listened to him give a sermon while a storm raged around the church. “I…am…JEHOVA!” he declared thunderously at one point, and with those words the wind whipped the doors of the church open and the congregation screamed. Ha.
  • Loved the nuns randomly sitting up the front. They get everywhere. How freakishly tall was one of them?
  • The Middleton siblings looked like they’d been tangoed. Fake tan anyone?
  • The brother Middleton’s ponderous reading didn’t do it for me.
  • John Rutter’s ‘new’ anthem sounds like every other anthem he’s ever written. I actually hummed along with ‘The Lord Bless You and Keep You’ and it fitted.
  • Every choir in the country will be singing said new anthem at every wedding until the end of time.
  • I wanted to adopt all the choir boys. And one or two of the the adults too.
  • Loved how the Catholics were segregated and kept in little cubby holes, in case they tried anything. Disclaimer: I am a Catholic, I am allowed to poke fun.
  • I wonder if Prince Harry will try it on with Pippa “Tango” Middleton at the reception. Oh, please let it be so.
  • Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie…OMG…thanks for all the laughs. What the HELL were you thinking?
  • Daughters of Earl Spencer…it’s a Royal Wedding…it’s not Ibiza.
  • Posh Spice, jeez…cheer UP. So miserable and pouty faced. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone so uncomfortable in their skin.
  • I wonder if the Queen ever inadvertently sings alone with the National Anthem?
  • Zara Philips is stunningly, stunningly gorgeous and her outfit was fantastic.
  • Her mother’s? Not so much.
  • The Bride and Groom really looked so happy. I ‘might’ even let Princess Catherine off for hanging around doing not very much for so many years.
  • That said, she’s going to have to work on her ‘wave’. She looks like Barbie with a broken wrist.
  • I bet Prince William missed his mum.
  • The music was the highlight for me, absolutely outstanding. Interesting to chose a Methodist hymn though, how does that sit with being the future ‘Defender of the Faith and Supreme Governor of the Church of England’?
  • Why did the Queen have a blanket for the journey to the Abbey? And why didn’t it match?
  • I hope that little bridesmaid that tripped over was ok.

I could go on. I really enjoyed it, I missed my Mum because she would have adored it and would have wanted to chew over every detail. I didn’t shed a tear until the Lancaster did its flyby. What is about a Lancaster that does that? It’s just a bit of machinery, just a plane.

But I can’t help it. Every time I hear that throaty roar I start welling up. She’s not that elegant, certainly not graceful…but she has a solidity and permanence that punches me in the solar…every single time.  A beautiful young woman in a white dress marrying her prince didn’t provoke a tear.  But that grand old lady of the skies…symbol of the many who sacrificed so much so that we stand free to wave our flags and belt out the National Anthem? Weep, O Mine Eyes…

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Lensbaby Super Wide…my nemesis

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My love for the Lensbaby composer is unbounded. It raises me up, so I can stand on mountains etc etc. But the superwide optic? Not so much. Actually I can’t get a good shot with it at all. They are all either a blurred mess, or the composition/selective focus mix are so awful they often make me feel slightly giddy to look at it. I’ve never, not once, kept a shot I’ve taken with the superwide on.

I can’t decide whether to push on, and master the beast. Or just give up and stick with what I know. Any togs out there use the superwide optic with any success?

Looks quite freaky and alien like, no? Pretty much how my pictures turn out too. Damn that weird bit of glass.

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Dog Cat

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Parker, the Dog Cat. Wherever you go…he goes. If we’re out in the garden, he’s out in the garden. If you walk down to the bottom of the garden, so does he. If you go for a walk down the fields, he’ll often come too. Who needs a dog when you’ve got a dog cat?

Recently he’s taken to needing to be physically on one of us at all times. He tries to claw his way up our legs in to our arms and, if he makes it, he refuses to be put down. If you bend over, he’ll leap up and lie on your back.

I lay down on my back on the grass to take a photo of our wisteria, as you do. Parker saw his opportunity and moved in for a cuddle. Here he is, perched on my chest pinning me to the ground. I put my camera over my shoulder, pointed and released the shutter and this is what I got. Not bad for a totally blind shot.

It was another 10 minutes before I could finally push him off. It’s a love thing.

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Bluebell Wood Walk

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Walking the plank in a sea of bluebells

Bluebells have been taunting me for a week or so. We have a lovely patch in our garden which catches the late evening sunshine so beautifully. I’ve tried and tried to get a good shot but with little success, rather frustrating. I know bluebells are notoriously tricky to capture but even so, you’d think about about 300 shots there might one or two reasonable attempts. But…no.

I tried a different tactic today, we headed off with friends for a walk in a full on bluebell wood. What a treat it was, filled with the heady scent of wild garlic…

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… and rafts of stunning bluebells:

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The day was warm, the sun shone, a gentle breeze ruffled along and it was all spectacularly gorgeous. We started the walk along the river, admiring the boats and trying to ignore the traffic noise…then we pottered through a couple of fields before heading in to the wood. At the other side was a beautiful village church, alas locked with stern notices about there being no lead in the church and everything inside being photographed and tagged. Hmm, a slight taint on the otherwise Miss Marple-ish perfection of it all.

I still don’t have ‘the’ bluebell shot, not by a long shot. But it was a perfect morning and the photos are wonderful reminders of a special time which is, until very recently, only what they were supposed to be. I’m sure I miss too many ‘moments’ in my pursuit of ‘the shot’. How foolish of me.

Off for a walk in the bluebells

As we ambled back through the wood on the way home Miss Clara climbed up on a tree stump. I saw the light hit her and there it was ‘the shot’. I hurried down the path and ignored her ‘Get me DOWN!’ cries and snappity snapped. The shots aren’t as beautiful as the moment was. But I hope I will always remember Clara, aged 4, dressed in her dress up princess outfit (“For Diggy”, apparently) with her blonde hair hanging loose about her face, blowing in the breeze…surrounded by bluebells and wild garlic.

Lovely Clara in the bluebells...version one

Lovely Clara in the bluebells...version two

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Swallows & Amazons

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Ship ahoy! The perfect, perfect weather continued today. I just can’t believe how wonderful the weather has been for the whole Easter holidays, and it’s set fair for the next 5 days too. We’re just pootling about in the garden, to the beach…not going far, not doing much because who needs to when the sun is shining?

Bertie made a boat today, at the bottom of the garden. I don’t think he’s thought that through as there’s no navigable water anywhere near.  I’m not sure what prompted this sudden creation, other than the readiness of raw materials and the will to build stuff. It’s actually pretty cool although, sits down and fans self, he NAILED IT TOGETHER HIMSELF. Yes, my 5yo used nails and hammer and wood unsupervised (for the most part) and it didn’t end with a trip to A&E. Is this the moment in my parenting career when I have to stop with the helicopter mothering, stop with the endless ‘be careful!’…’slowly’…’mind you don’t trip/stab youself/poke someone in the eye?’ Am I ready for that?

Alas wearyness and possibly a bit too much sun made for a rather grumpy Bertie. He wasn’t that keen on sharing his creation with Diggy. I think there’s a bit of poking going on here (‘be careful, you could have someone’s eye out with that!’). The sticks are oars by the way. But then you knew that.

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First attempt at team photo. Bertie looking stroppy:

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Second attempt. Bertie looking happy, but only because he’s positioned himself to cover up Diggy entirely to make sure he claims ownership of the boat for the archive photograph:

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Grumpy, both of them:

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Weird face from Diggy:

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Aha, finally! The official Team Photo

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Shortly afterwards Diggy fell in the nettles, wet his pants and was stung by a bee in a 10 minute period. Poor chap! It’s tough being a sailor.

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Wherein I am totally apathetic about the Royal Wedding

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The boys’ new bowls, a sop to the Royal Wedding ‘fever’ which is almost entirely passing me by. What a difference from Charles ‘n’ Diana which, in my 10 year old state, gripped me in a whole body experience kind of way. I just ached, ached for it all. My bedroom was a shrine to all things Diana, my bedroom window (overlooking the street) was adorned with posters, flags, postcards. Charlie boy didn’t get much of a look in of course. It was all about Diana. Well, we all know how that turned out but I always had a soft spot for Diana, even when she turned a bit, well, loopy. The 10 year old in me just couldn’t give her up, I suppose it was a kind of crush.

And here we are, fast forward 30 years and we’re doing it all over again. I’m not given to breathless crushes much these days but, if I were, ‘Catherine’ Middleton (as I gather we are now to call her) wouldn’t even make the longlist. I’m not bothered about William since he, like his father, was born royal and is just pootling along the path of duty. I suppose he had to marry someone, and it’s not a ridiculous match in the way that Charles and Diana clearly were. I think he might even be marrying for love, who knows.

But what on earth is a ‘nice’, middle class, educated girl like Kate (sorry, can’t do the Catherine thing) Middleton doing marrying in to The Firm? She’s clearly been waiting/banking on marrying William since she was at university, since she’s not bothered with a proper job of any sort other than a few months as a buyer for Jigsaw, I think. What a waste. She’s 29. She graduated a long, long time ago and has basically just wafted around being William’s on/off girlfriend and helping out with her mum and dad’s business. As my mother would have said, ‘She’s never really amounted to anything’.

And now she’s got what, presumably, she wanted all along. I wonder how she’ll feel about it in 5, 10, 15 years time…will she still feel it was worth giving up her privacy, her career aspirations, her life (basically)? Will all the feeling of ‘success’ and power be worth it? Will she continue to love being the centre of attention, or will she crave it and hate it all at the same time once the novelty has worn off? It’s seems like a hopelessly outdated ‘dream’, to marry a prince and live happily ever after, for a modern, educated woman. I cannot think of a worse curse to be honest.

I’m not passionately anti-royalist although I don’t believe they have any kind of meaningful role anymore. To me they are part of history, part of the fabric of our heritage but I don’t see that they have much of a useful purpose beyond that. Yes their patronage is hugely helpful for many charities…yes they are great for tourists…yes they are, increasingly, great fodder for the tabloid press (yes Prince Andrew I’m looking at you). But beyond that?

Kate Middleton is an expensively educated, intelligent, beautiful and confident woman. I just cannot understand why she has spent nearly all of her adult life craving marriage to the heir to the throne, without even attempting to carve out a meaningful career and role for herself. No doubt she will soon be plunged in to charity work and photo opportunities and all that stuff that will be ‘expected’ of her as a Royal. What a massive, missed opportunity though…we could have had a thoroughly modern princess, a woman with her own agenda, her own life. Instead we seem to be getting Diana all over again. Diana was 19 when she married, too young to know better. Kate Middleton is 29. Definitely old enough to know the score.

I hope, for Kate and William, that it all works out for them. But right now I can’t think of a worse role model for girls and young women.  If I had a daughter I wouldn’t be encouraging any kind of ‘crush’ on someone who has seemingly pinned all her hopes, and for years, on marrying well. How very, very Jane Austin like.

Let’s hope that love can sustain them. And that I’m not carried off to The Tower for this post.

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