Presumably she's thinking, "You c**t! You're gonna put pics of me on that bloody website again, aren't you?" - which accounts for why she's sticking her tongue out at you, in a futile gesture of defiance.
That aside, last weekend I was in Gibraltar visiting the family.
I'd arranged to meet a couple of old ex-RN mates and their spouses; it was their first visit to The Rock in years and was intended as a bit of a nostalgia trip, with me acting as a sort of informal tour guide.
And right on cue, the RN decides it’s a good time for its new carrier to have an overseas visit to Gib.
Ah, the nostalgia of watching young, drunken matelots make complete prats of themselves as they fell out of the Horseshoe.
It’s nice to see some traditions still upheld.
Anyway, acting the tourist, I headed to where I might get a decent photo of our newest piece of tin as it left harbour – the site of the 100-ton gun.
And for anyone unfamiliar with the 100-ton gun, this is what it looks like:
An amazing piece of Victoriana; it's an 'ucking big steam-driven, muzzel-loading, rifled canon.
Factoid: the local press would announce it was to be fired two days in advance so everyone in the immediate vicinity could remove their windows.
Parked next to it is this (by comparison) sad little thing:
Other than being WW2 vintage anti-aircraft (I assume), I know bugger all about it, though I doubt this was its original site.
Cheers, though if you look at the shadows of the runners, the sun was almost directly behind them, so at the point of taking the photos I used exposure compensation to over expose, otherwise the runners would be more like silhouettes.
The trade-off being is that some of the sky gets blown out.