The tattered remains of Hurricane Ophelia blew in to the southwest of England yesterday, starting with the most ominous and eerie light in the morning. I have never felt so oppressed being on the beach before – the darkness was like dawn even at 10am, and the sky…
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It’s been a perfect autumn afternoon – warm sun on my back, cirrus in a blue sky, a cool breeze soughing in the hedge. I walked along on the sunny lee side, where I could hardly hear the ever-present hum of traffic on the coast road, but was…
I spend a lot of time gazing into rockpools at low tide. My reward is a glimpse into tiny worlds full of colour and life – shells, seaweeds, tiny fish, shrimps and crabs. Sun sparkling on the water adds an extra dimension. And sometimes, there are nice things…
The East Beach at Lyme Regis has been a real treasure trove of rusty goodness over the past couple of years. A municipal tip, sited atop the cliffs, was in use from Victorian times till the middle of the last century, but with the inevitable coastal erosion, it’s…
Together with a friend and fellow photographer, I mounted an exhibition of photos and pottery at the Town Mill Malthouse Gallery in Lyme Regis. It was a pleasure to talk to many of the visitors about our work, and hear their comments and reactions.
A snap of a man and his son enjoying some time together on the beach early one morning. Nice to see people engaged with nature rather than poring over their mobile devices.
Old and new, gold and silver, East Street by the Literary and Scientific Institute, Bridport. A welcome diversion on the way to a dental appointment. I was attracted by the contrasts in this little still life – the corroded antique railings, the modern sheet steel hoarding, the railings…
I realise I’m very lucky to live where I do. Today I felt especially privileged on a misty summer’s morning, when I stopped three times on the way to do my weekly shop to take stock of my surroundings. What is this life if, full of care, We…
Just off the busy A35 north of Axminster is a delightful oasis of calm and tranquillity. Since the mid-17th century, Baptists have been meeting here in this thatched chapel, often in secret to escape persecution. It’s though that the isolated site was chosen for secrecy, but I do…