Lois Wakeman Posts

11 December 2009
5 November 2009

Number 4 in an occasional series: 1 was staplers, 2 was caravans, and 3 was office chairs. Some while ago, I got an Epic Fireworks catalogue through the post – why they think a 2-man company would mount a £2,000 display is beyond me, but it furnished me…

4 July 2008

A study in green – ripening wheat on Salisbury Plain. A stop by the side of the A303 (surely one of the most rewarding roads for the arable enthusiast?) on the way to a friend’s funeral yielded this unexpected image. The lush soft green was captivating, and the…

20 May 2008

Ceres walks through the crops, her hands brushing the ripening ears as she moves silent and unobserved in her rustling domain. Barley is a wonderful crop to observe on a breezy day, as the awns sway and shimmer, catching the light and delighting the eye. The camera can…

16 May 2008

This year, the oak leaves were out well before the ash. According to the saw: “Oak before ash, in for a splash – ash before oak, in for a soak”. So, what actually happened? We had 10 days of clear warm sunny weather, followed by a torrential downpour…

13 May 2008

At last, the hawthorn is flowering. For me, a still sunny afternoon, listening to flies buzzing, wood pigeons cooing, and smelling the heavy perfume of the may tree (which mixes intoxicating cloves with something slightly off) is the absolute essence of early summer – something to savour and…

29 April 2008

I’m always concerned about plastic rubbish on the beach. But that isn’t the only rubbish. A big rash of ugly and largely unnecessary signage is – to my eyes – just as obtrusive and out of place. These horrible railings and signs were put on the end of…

25 April 2008

Dartmoor is commonly thought of as a bleak and treeless waste, but is home to a small number of ancient oak woodlands. In these sheltered woods, mossy boulders and lichen-festooned branches combine to lend a primæval atmosphere, largely unchanged since lowland England was almost entirely forested in Neolithic…

2 April 2008

Lyme is home to several colonies of beach huts. Glorified sheds by the sea, they have a quirky charm that has inspired me to take quite a few photos over the years.   These are on Monmouth Beach, and for a few weeks each spring and autumn, the…

2 April 2008

Most people drive up and down the A303 oblivious to the wonderful chalk country either side of the road. But I have to make a conscious effort to concentrate on the road rather than admiring the scenery. A few times, I’ve been lucky enough to be able to…