I've already got £2.39 saved up towards one, unless it rains

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North Sea:

Average Max temperature 17 °C (63 °F)
Average Min temperature 6 °C (43 °F)

References Safety at Sea and Royal Belgian Institute of Natural Sciences

Up to your usual excellent standard Alan

Which one was The Stig driving Nice set especially the barbecue

My first car was a 1939 hillman minx

A good set showing what this camera (and photographer)is capable of. what lens did you use Mike?

I've not used compatible inks but now the printer is over a year old I thought I might go down that road. I suppose it would be cheaper to have them printed by the "club printer" or send them away but I don't have the confidence that the file I'd be sending would turn out "right"

Looked at one ix6550 CISS system on utube, it looked a bit messy to set up and the printer would need more space. Is there a system/supplier you would reccommend ?

Lovely shot.

It's Penshaw Monument in County Durham. Legend says it is standing on the hill where the infamous Lambton Worm wrapped itself 7 times round.
The Worm was eventually killed by brave Sir Lambton who chopped into halves according to the song, in Geordie

The Lambton Worm

One Sunday morn young Lambton went
A-fishing' in the Wear;
An' catched a fish upon he's heuk,
He thowt leuk't varry queer.
But whatt'n a kind of fish it was
Young Lambton cuddent tell.
He waddn't fash te carry'd hyem,
So he hoyed it doon a well.

chorus: Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs,
An Aa'll tell ye's aall an aaful story
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs,
An' Aa'll tell ye 'boot the worm.

Noo Lambton felt inclined te gan
An' fight i' foreign wars.
he joined a troop o' Knights that cared
For nowther woonds nor scars,
An' off he went te Palestine
Where queer things him befel,
An' varry seun forgat aboot
The queer worm i' the well.

chorus:

But the worm got fat an' growed and' growed
An' growed an aaful size;
He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
An' greet big goggle eyes.
An' when at neets he craaled aboot
Te pick up bits o' news,
If he felt dry upon the road,
He milked a dozen coos.

chorus:

This feorful worm wad often feed
On caalves an' lambs an' sheep,
An' swally little barins alive
When they laid doon te sleep.
An' when he'd eaten aall he cud
An' he had had he's fill,
He craaled away an' lapped he's tail
Seven times roond Pensher Hill.

chorus:

The news of this myest aaful worm
An' his queer gannins on
Seun crossed the seas, gat te the ears
Ov brave and' bowld Sor John.
So hyem he cam an' catched the beast
An' cut 'im in twe haalves,
An' that seun stopped he's eatin' bairns,
An' sheep an' lambs and caalves.

chorus:

So noo ye knaa hoo aall the foaks
On byeth sides ov the Wear
Lost lots o' sheep an' lots o' sleep
An' leeved i' mortal feor.
So let's hev one te brave Sor John
That kept the bairns frae harm,
Saved coos an' caalves by myekin' haalves
O' the famis Lambton Worm.

Final Chorus

Noo lads, Aa'll haad me gob,
That's aall Aa knaa aboot the story
Ov Sor John's clivvor job
Wi' the aaful Lambton Worm.