Phill G's photos

After a long chase and a forced landing, the Cessna moves in for the kill. A chance encounter at Caernarfon Airfield. Excuse our prop blade and dead flies on the screen obscuring the view.

The Dwyryd Estuary. The River Glaslyn joins the Dwyryd at Porthmadog, top left of frame

Take a break...stop a while... Pwllheli, Gwynedd, Wales. Afon Rhyd-hir joins Afon Erch at this point, and they flow merrily out to sea. Published in the Welsh Daily Post. (Hardly a claim to fame, but it did amuse me.)

G-ATNL. Cessna F150F.

Taking off from Caernarfon airfield. We had to divert there during a flying lesson last week due to bad weather and as luck would have it... I've known a few old birds in my time. Not all of them have looked or sounded as beautiful as this one ;-)

With the Cadair Idris range to the right of frame. Taken on my iPhone.

The longest timber bridge construction in Europe.

Sundown over Cardigan Bay, Wales.

Vilanculos, Mozambique

Everglades, Florida.

Otherwise known as Ayers Rock. Northern Territory, Australia.

Flying over Tablelands in the Mail plane. When the local Postman needs an airplane, you know you're in the arse end of nowhere. The enormity of this empty space amazed me.

An uphill struggle in difficult circumstances with no end in sight... That's how my last 8 weeks at work have been. It's put years on me, lol! Almost there now, and looking forward to moving on and starting a new project.

A gauze bust by Paul Topen. I consider this Art, rather than Page 3, and admired the work enough to pay through the nose for it. It hangs in the guest bathroom. None of my guests, so far, have been offended by it, though my Great Aunt had a fit of hiccups. I hope none of my visitors here will be offended either. I have the utmost appreciation for natural beauty of all kinds, hence keeping my shirt on most of the time.

Cambodia. After a miserable bus journey from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, I decided I needed to be in more control over my choice of destination and journey times. A two week hire was perfect, and I set off to put as many miles on the clock as was possible. Capable of 70mph on the open road, coupled with being unable to hire a helmet, it was great to have the wind in my hair. It meant I could go to places the buses couldn't. I was free. I loved it.

The Killing Fields. When you're having a bad day, try not to complain too much...it could be so much worse.

I didn't actually take this shot, as I'm the one in the front of the boat in the yellow t-shirt swallowing and inhaling gallons of water. How none of us drowned remains a mystery. Just downstream from Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.

I shouldn't have, but I did. Unable to spare the time for a holiday this Summer, I figured it would be a good idea to arm myself against possible though unlikely local sunshine. They just seemed so much more appealing than paying the upcoming gas and electric bill, the van insurance and the next installment of the council tax.