How time flies!
Cor blimey, it feels like barely yesterday that I last logged on here and posted my troubles.
But it wasn't yesterday, it was 13 weeks ago!
A lot has happened, namely a new year began, but that's pish posh toward the summer I had in 07.
I'm still buzzed with my visit of my old haunts in June.
A few weeks back, I finally found the time to sit down and edit a collage of pictures together to form a panoramic.
Here it is, 4 photos meshed together in the wee small hours of a Saturday morning:
Looks like an ordinary field with some goals. But this was the field where I learned to throw the javelin, shot put and discus. I also learned to play football and Rugby on this field. OK, I might not have been very good, but I learned to play in this field nonetheless.
I'm wandering if I'm the only one that gets this effect from photos;
When I look at this picture, I'm reminded of a crisp and damp autumn morning. I can see it now, so clearly, it's as if it was this morning. I was standing roughly in the middle of the picture. My class were to play football that morning and I had run ahead with the corner posts. I stood and waited be told what pitch to use. I looked around and breathed in the clean, crisp air and saw morning mist still hanging in the air just above the grass.
The buildings at the far end, once upon a time comprised the RCT Stores. My Dad worked his last months in the Army in those stores. I would often visit him after school and spend time routing through all the amazing stuff, from sleeping bags to webbing to ammo tins (full of tit and tat) to tyres, doors and the like.
On warm days and especially during the summer, this field was littered with Pupils from the High School that is out of frame on the right of this picture during breaktimes. It was a sea of black trousers, white shirts and the green grass.
The school had over 1000 pupils at the time, so you can imagine what it would look like with just under half the population littering the grassy fields eating lunch and shootin' the shit with their mates.
Ah, them were the days!
But it wasn't yesterday, it was 13 weeks ago!
A lot has happened, namely a new year began, but that's pish posh toward the summer I had in 07.
I'm still buzzed with my visit of my old haunts in June.
A few weeks back, I finally found the time to sit down and edit a collage of pictures together to form a panoramic.
Here it is, 4 photos meshed together in the wee small hours of a Saturday morning:
Looks like an ordinary field with some goals. But this was the field where I learned to throw the javelin, shot put and discus. I also learned to play football and Rugby on this field. OK, I might not have been very good, but I learned to play in this field nonetheless.
I'm wandering if I'm the only one that gets this effect from photos;
When I look at this picture, I'm reminded of a crisp and damp autumn morning. I can see it now, so clearly, it's as if it was this morning. I was standing roughly in the middle of the picture. My class were to play football that morning and I had run ahead with the corner posts. I stood and waited be told what pitch to use. I looked around and breathed in the clean, crisp air and saw morning mist still hanging in the air just above the grass.
The buildings at the far end, once upon a time comprised the RCT Stores. My Dad worked his last months in the Army in those stores. I would often visit him after school and spend time routing through all the amazing stuff, from sleeping bags to webbing to ammo tins (full of tit and tat) to tyres, doors and the like.
On warm days and especially during the summer, this field was littered with Pupils from the High School that is out of frame on the right of this picture during breaktimes. It was a sea of black trousers, white shirts and the green grass.
The school had over 1000 pupils at the time, so you can imagine what it would look like with just under half the population littering the grassy fields eating lunch and shootin' the shit with their mates.
Ah, them were the days!