Ipswich Town's Championship position - 15th.
Currently reading - Regeneration, Pat Barker.
Let me firstly say that this, despite its appearance, this blog will not be a football blog. However it just so happens that I think standing in the freezing cold, watching one set of people kick a ball into a net multiple times is exciting.
Instead, this blog is going to document my life. I have done several in the past but as a third year English and Creative Writing Student at Aberystwyth University I'm coming up to a pretty major part of my life where the decisions I make will shape my future (scary, right?). I want to go and have wonderful adventures in whichever part of the country or even world I choose and take pictures along the way.
My New Years resolution, if I'd actually made one (I didn't) would be to use my camera more. I had a blog that ran for 365 days where I took a photo every day, that kind of enthusiasm is something that I'm trying to chase down and regain.
With the reasons out of the way, let's talk about yesterday and how brilliant it was.
Listening to music on a rolling train can feel special, it's like you're in a music video and everything you see is shaped by the audio filling your ears. Got some Damien Rice on? Everything becomes a little more greyscale, with Jack Johnson the colours seem to shine brighter. If you take the train relatively frequently the surroundings seem to evolve each time you go past, buildings shoot up and it can almost feel cinematic. The metaphorical IMAX in question was Folkestone (perhaps realistically more like a Cineworld), a town I was incredibly familiar with after spending huge swathes of my life there.
My lovely girlfriend met me in her sporty looking Skoda and we headed into town for a pre-arranged coffee at, 'Steep Street Café,' an independent little spot on what's known as The Old Highstreet (so called because yes, you guessed it, it used to hold most of the town's major shops). I left my camera in Bex's car so I wasn't able to get a great shot of the inside but the place was essentially a library, old books almost acting as insulation for the room. I had myself a Baileys hot chocolate and a Latté afterwards, both drinks pepping me up two different ways.
Yours truly in Steep Street Café
After the coffee we headed down to the harbour to take some photos, this time, with my DSLR (Nikon D7000 with various lenses), the light was great, piercing through thick cloud creating the following photos.
There were plenty of ropes used for fishing, this however was wrapped around a fence post.
This dog was chasing anything that moved, the ball its owner threw, people, other dogs, anything.
Mad dog ft. my girlfriend photobombing
This was seemingly the name of the red telephone box that sat proudly on the waterfront.
The afternoon was spent with my Nan and Grandad. Since around 2005, my Nan has researched our family tree, going back as far as the late 18th century. It was my job yesterday to organise each branch of the family into their own poly pockets, as well as collating the data into an easy to read family tree, something that I really enjoyed. It was brilliant to spend an afternoon with them and I'll be seeing them on Saturday before I head back up to Wales.
These posts won't be every day or every week, they won't be regular but I will post as often as I can.
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