Aliens are landing.

H. G. Wells comes to Arnside. Taking advantage of the dreadful weather they are sneaking into the village.

I will try to get a shot of them landing on the foreshore. And of course if I can get a picture of the little green men and women climbing down to haul their Andromeda flag up the pole on the pier, then I will have a good chance of making a high up place on page 1 of Popular.

If no such photo appears you will know that I have been finished of by the ray guns. But if Mrs.K can manage to send my pictures to the papers, it wil be the best publicity that Blipfoto has ever had.

Wish me luck.