With the end of the month looming I thought that I'd best get out there and take a few snaps. I haven't advertised this lovely Jaguar for sale yet as I think I may well already have a buyer. My friend who also bought the Omega from me earlier in the year has grown tired of it, and fancies a Jag, so I told him that I would hold off advertising it for the meantime. Besides, I'm in no hurry to part with this thing.
Anyway, despite hopefully already having a buyer for it, and being in no hurry to sell it anyway I figured that I still needed to get some half decent photos of it for both my personal records, and your viewing pleasure.
I don't know about you guys, but I read (or just look at the pretty pictures) quite a lot of magazines, and I am always quite impressed by the photographers ability to find suitable locations for their automotive subject time after time. I constantly look out for such locations, but usually I can't find anything I like, or if I do when I get there either the lighting is all wrong, the weather is all wrong, or even the season is all wrong. Today was no exception, in the end, after driving around for what seemed like ages looking for somewhere, in the end I thought sod it, let's go to the New Forest, at the very least I should be able to get some images that are un-cluttered. So with thoughts in my head of the fast fading light that probably only gave me about two hours in which to drive there and grab some suitable photos, I headed off.
Before too long I had found a couple of locations to take my photographs, and as the roads were quiet I stopped to take the photos. Of course the minute I stopped, and got out of the car traffic seemed to arrive en-masse. I must admit I was probably making quite a menace of myself as not only was I taking up one side of the road, but I wasn't taking a single photograph of my car until all the other cars were out of shot!
I think this one is my favourite, it was one of the last shots I took, and
the light was really starting to fade fast, but I think that I got it just in
I found a couple of other locations that I thought might make for good photos, and so I stopped a few more times and took a couple more shots before heading for home, frankly, I was starving, and I knew that Mrs Clint would have dinner on the table soon. The trouble with this time of year is of course that the days are not long enough, and getting any photos of this Jaguar and to be honest the last couple of cars has been a bit of a struggle, and to be honest I really didn't want to resort to taking another set of photos in the car park.
I keep thinking to myself that we'll soon be past the shortest day now, there's less than a month to go, and from there on in the days will get longer and longer for the next six months. But it's cold, rainy, windy, and miserable now, although I keep telling myself that Spring is not actually that far away, the light and the warmth will return, right now in the cold and bleakness of a Winter evening it seems to me to be forever away. I never used to mind the Winter, infact I used to actually enjoy it, and to be fair, I reckon I still would. But I would prefer it to be properly cold, and snowy like Winter should be, I'd be OK with that. But not this bleak, mild, damp, day after day of greyness that's a poor excuse for Winter that we get now.
Still, never mind try to focus on the positives of the drive home, the Jags got a great heater, and good headlights, and
as I press on home as more and more people join me on the motorway, all
on their daily commute home I look around at my fellow motorists. Most
of whom look thoroughly bored at the tedium of driving along in their
little tin box, and I think how genuinely glad I am that I am not one of
them, and how genuinely glad that I am driving a Jaguar, this
Jaguar. It is a truly wonderful, and special car, and I am so glad that
it is mine, even if my ownership will only be brief. Before too long I'm
pulling off the motorway, and from the exit I need only to drive for another two minutes before pulling
into the carpark behind BelongaClint just as darkness falls like a
black leather jacket and melts into the sidewalk like a sleeping drunk.
In the streets, the wind throws yesterday's headlines around. Another
night comes and goes. I park up next to the rest of my junk, lock the doors on the Jag, pat
the bonnet, and wander off inside, thoughts of Mrs Clints hot
home made soup in my mind, and an evening infront of the fire...
Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, the Winter... It probably isn't all that bad after all.