Monday, December 14, 2015


You can forget about all about our other competitions. The Annual Print, Best Digital Image, the Clubman of The Year. This one has a proper prize, no tin cups or shields, but sweets from your childhood. So popular is the prize that the chairman's vote of thanks to the judge is drowned out by the winners sharing the spoils, I got Jelly Babies, which I shared the next day with Janet, or I would have done if she had not had to go to work.

At least this year we had some proper rules. This enabled the losers from last year and the far superior photographers to show the others how it should be done and won it convincingly. That or we had a more varied choice of images.

There was some concern when the picture of the legs was put up. The judge had to calm himself down with a glass of cold water, Eric was worried as he noticed that the water in the glass started to steam and then simmer.

The picture of the stumps predictably produced some witticisms. Like that stumped the judge and as Reg said someone was thinking outside the box.   

Monday, December 7, 2015



I'm glad that Gordon has not won our annual safari and had to organise the following year. You will need more than a packed lunch and your camera gear. It will be bring your passport, camouflage gear and this year we will be meeting at Heathrow Airport. This could lead to a rush of people volunteering to organise it that year.

Thankfully we did not have to travel to the far corners of the earth to enjoy some stunning wildlife pictures. We could sit in the relative comfort of  plastic chairs, far better than sitting in on an aeroplane for several hours. Perhaps we could do that, if you fancied getting a picture of  a big cat in the wild get Gordon to go so he can put up with all the hardship of a different culture and diet, sit for hours at a time so he can get the perfect picture for you. Oh sorry that's not allowed is it?

I did consider taking wildlife pictures, I tried poking a stick at the dog to make him wild but he just gave me this look of utter contempt and went in his kennel, I tried winding up next doors cat, he just came back during the night and crapped in my vegetable patch. I still have no luck with the Puffins, just as well as Gordon informed us they don't do well over here.

Thanks to Gordon for a brilliant evening, I'm looking forward to pictures of the Lesser Spotted Goth and impressionist take of classic paintings.

"The Hunt" as soon as he leaves that I'm going to grab it.