In September, I had a small exhibition at the Sou’-Sou’-West Gallery Shop in Symondsbury. Having done a very successful show there back in 2019 (remember those dreamy days when life just worked?), I developed a new body of work for this one. The first, Waterline, was boat hull…
Category: photography
Pardon the pun on the title of Baden-Powell’s classic of 1908, but this is all about the importance of familiarising yourself with a new photographic location. All the more important if it’s somewhere you are unlikely to revisit any time soon. Of course, one might be lucky (and…
I go to Lyme Regis, my local town, several times a week, and have photographed much of it over and over. I’m always anticipating the end of creative opportunities, but if you look hard enough, there’s always something. F’rinstance, today I did my usual trawl though the boat…
We were lucky to choose a sunny day for exploring some South Devon beaches – not so easy this summer, which has been alternately cold and wet, grey and humid, sunny and dry. Starting at Ayrmer Cove (which I visited last year), we enjoyed the beautiful rock formations…
13th June A couple of years ago, I paid a mid-July visit to the wildflower meadows at Hogchester, just a couple of miles from where I live. This year I managed an earlier visit to see a different flora – the oxeye daisies in particular were wonderful. The…
Poltimore House, near Exeter, has a very chequered history – a Tudor mansion made over in the C17th, added to in Victorian times and set in grand grounds; the seat of the Bampfyldes until its slow decline, via use as a school, wartime billet, hospital, care home and…
If the last ghastly year has taught me anything, it’s that life is not an endless procession of opportunities, and I need to get on and do as many wished-for things as I can manage. (Actually, it’s taught me a lot more, but I’m not going to rant…
I last visited this Iron Age hillfort at the end of March (see here), and have just returned to see the bluebells at their peak of perfection, on a very chilly but bright morning. In past years I was saddened to see those on the lawns much crushed…
I thought twice about the title of this page, having found Ian McEwan’s novel of the same name quite dire! But what the hell, that’s where I was on a cold, windy but very sunny spring day. We started off at the beach car park and walked along…