Where's Wally? (sorry that should be Mrs B)

Sightings of Mrs B have been rare recently, she has been working such ridiculously long hours that it has just not been worth her coming home. When you find that you have to set off back to work work about three hours before actually making it home something has to give (Don't worry this weeks BlackLOGis not about to collapse into a poor imitation of the Monty Python - Four Yorkshiremen sketch..... The result is that her firm has put her up in a hotel 10 minutes from her office, this way she at least gets a couple of hours sleep a night. I have managed to make 5 visits over the last two weeks, which have proved to be increasingly more stressful each time. Don't worry it is not the actual seeing Mrs B element that is the problem it is the getting to the hotel. On each of the five trips I have made so far I have yet to use the same route twice. There is so much work going on around the docklands light railway that they are constantly shutting the roads around Mrs B's hotel. This has even foxed the Tom-Tom, (Taking a car navigation system to Docklands has a similar affect as filling Superman's pants with Kryptonite, it paralyses them), there are so many tall buildings and underground roads around (I should know having recently had first hand knowledge of most of them) the satellite link becomes less like a sophisticated modern communication tool and more like the postal service with hardly anything getting through.

I've tried to keep myself busy, some of our friends Mala and Craig took me climbing, in the relatively flat world of Harlow of all places (Apparently I should not have said in such a loud voice "Thank god we are on the edge so you don't actually have to go into Harlow itself". The silence was so deafening you could have heard a climber drop.) It was to one of those indoor climbing centres and was great to finally do it. Some other friends had promised to take Mrs B and myself a few years back but never seemed to get around to organising it. Craig was in charge as he was the experienced belay (you need a qualified belay in order to use an indoor climbing wall) and he rather to enthusiastically went through the list of dangers of climbing. Death, maiming, broken finger nails (I hope this was for Marla's benefit not mine) were just some of the delights that awaited me and with that I squashed my feet into the little climbing boots that they supply (I think I was around about four the last time that I last had shoes on my feet that size and there was me thinking they had made feet binding illegal centuries ago) and prepared myself for my fate. Despite Craig's constant instructions to use my legs and not my arms to pull myself up and my total belief that this was precisely what I was doing the fact that my arms were soon hanging off me told a different story. Driving into London afterwards (I had arranged a visitors pass to see Mrs B) I gradually started to lose feeling in my arms, which made for an interesting driving experience. Going straight was a breeze but any turns, even slight ones, were agony. Fortunately the M11 is relatively straight, unfortunately night time closures meant I was treated to a particularly windy diversion route.....
I think Mala is heading in the wrong direction, I thought we were meant to be climbing up.....

OK, I've made it to the top, what do I do Now?

Not sure if Craig is proposing to me, or saving my life

Some more recent D700 results
Sorry that it tends to be animals, it's just they are the only ones that don't run and hide when the camera appears or say "But I always look horrid in photo's"

As a balance to last week Fluffy gets back to being fluffy

Fluffy and Alex (Nephew)not sure which is which...

It looks like she's pulled, probably not what she went out for but a baloon has to be better then nothing

They breed them tough in Docklands.

Our friends dog Saffy


Bishops Stortford behind the lens cap
In an attempt to break into the Times to 100 Web sights next year, I'm putting last weeks idea "Bishops Stortford not beyond the lens cap ..

Bishops Stortford's annual naked parade - This is only for the beautiful people so if you have not heard of it........

The lack of light in this panoramic shot of Bishops Stortford is particularly stunning and I have hopes of winning some prestige's awards for it. Taken on a bright sunny winters morning it demonstrates the marvellous tight fit of the Nikon Lens cap.

That's all you get for this weeks BlackLOG, better go away before I change my mind, I have a number of shots in the Lens Cap in place" range....