Number 12 of a long-standing series of December photosets. This year, I’m focusing on beachhuts – those prettily painted wooden sheds that adorn the edges of many of our seaside towns and villages. I imagine they started out as a cheap and cheerful way to afford a holiday,…
Category: genius loci
Just over a year ago, I made my first visit to Suffolk, and I’ve just returned from another. A glorious three days of long walks with a friend on magnificent golden sandy beaches – so different from the rocky and pebble shores near my home in Devon. Here’s…
Avoiding the bank holiday traffic, I set out from home early and decided to squander a (rather exorbitant) £1.70 for 30 minutes parking at West Bay for a quick walk before I hit the supermarket. Here are some of the little things I noticed whilst mooching around. No…
This lovely house near Puddletown in Dorset is a real gem – from Tudor origins with later additions, it’s a real treasure trove of detail, and unlike some of the stuffier visitor attractions, it’s staffed by friendly people who are happy for you to touch things, take photos…
Today I joined a small group of fellow enthusiasts for dilapidation and rust. Part of the Talk-Walk-Talk project run by the Digital Imaging and Landscape Groups of the Royal Photographic Society, we visited the St Michael’s Trading Estate in Bridport with their kind permission. A damp overcast day…
Lyme Regis is my local town, and I take a walk there several times a week if I can manage it. I have hundreds – probably thousands – of images taken there over the years. Sometimes, I just enjoy walking by the sea and don’t see anything I…
For once, the weather forecast for Easter was for sunshine and light winds, so we packed a picnic and headed west early to miss the traffic. We left Uplyme in brilliant sunshine, and were somewhat dismayed as we crossed the Exe to see louring clouds towards our destination.…
Although it’s only about 25 minutes’ drive from my house, Branscombe is one of the few local beaches I’ve never visited. Today was a very low tide so I planned a trip with a friend. We were expecting to spend time rockpooling, but discretion was the better part…
I’ve just returned from a short stroll down our lane in the cool of the evening, to see the glorious harvest moon rising from behind the trees over a pale shimmering field of oats. Like a ripe apricot as it first appeared, and surrounded by a faint halo…