Some Photo's I'd Like Ye To Browse .....

Last night, I put an interim message on here. I explained how I'm up to my neck in work and my Connection is a complete piss take (Vodafone 3G.Probably one of the most useless fucking services out there. Avoid it like a rabid rat) But, I promised ye I had something in the pipe line. And I have.

My next offering is to be based around two subtly linked themes; The latest Explore ~ of a derelict site ~ which the intrepid duo of Dean O' and myself have undertaken. And Gypsys. Somehow, I feel that combination should just about promise something for everyone, no? I mean; Did ye not think, " Oh yeah? " when ye read that?

What ever. It is. And it's not just a single event either. This could go off in any number of directions. I could run a Poll, to see what ye think. I could ..... I don't know. It's 05:30 and I've spent most of the 'night' just uploading the fucking photo's I took, yesterday afternoon. I want to go to bed. I just wouldn't go back on my, earlier, word of having something for ye by morning.

So, Please; Go take a look at a, quite large, selection of shots I took at this abandoned Stone Quarry. They're not yet annotated. Simply presented in the order I took them. And I took them simply as I entered, explored and left the site. No agenda. None other than to show others what I found, at least.

I'd only ask one thing of ye ~ should ye wish to best appreciate what ever may evolve from all this; Just make a mental (Or perhaps, even better, literal) note of any shot which suggests to ye that Gypsys may have visited this relatively small, old quarry site.

Anyway, that's it. Day's brightening up out there. I'm fucked. Off to grab some sleep. Not saying any more because I can't. Mind's too caved in now. But, bear with me. Your fucking Connection's probably so good, my little 500 X 500 shrinkers will just Be There, the second ye hit This Link.

Lucky bastards! For ye Broadband. Not my pictures.

But then; Broadband isn't everything. I had it, once. I wouldn't go back to the sort of conditions which make it the norm. Swings and round abouts.