Finally today, Penarth got some snow, and I felt a strange compulsion to go out in the still falling snow and take some photographs. Fear not readers, I wrapped up warm and, using my Nikon D300 which I believe is sealed from the elements and the solidly constructed Nikon 18mm f2.8, braved the elements.
The spirit of that heroic failure Scott coursed through my veins, a man whose house I was placed in by the Public Secondary sorting hat. We truly embodied his spirit by coming last on a perennial basis to those other West Country hero named houses of Drake, Raleigh and Reynolds.
Ah, school days such happy times will I ever forget Mr Beamish’s final report that I “would never set the Thames on fire”. Little could he realise that years later with some lighter fuel and a match I would prove him so wrong. Sorry, I digress.
I tramped up to St Augustine’s seeking that Christmas card moment amongst the grave stones. I hardly saw a soul as I ambled about, but I exchanged a word with most of those I came across. In fact, I spoke to more people on the streets of Penarth than I have done all year.
I even came across a fancy Mercedes stuck in the snow and, in the Christmas spirit, I offered the driver my considerable pushing skills. Wow those luxury cars are heavy as, despite my best efforts, it remained immovable.
I continued down to the pier which was sadly shut; a poor show on the part of the Vale of Glamorgan council I thought. With the attraction of photographing ‘things with snow on’ fading fast, I decided enough was enough. The snow still swirled about as I made way home with the thought of a bacon sandwich and a strong coffee high on my agenda.
And here are the snaps.