This beech avenue is part of a grand estate, rather than a humble farm track like the one at Bindon. After an exploratory visit to find a good viewpoint, this photo was snatched in a few minutes just as the winter sun was setting, balancing my tripod on…
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Although it has been warmer and sunnier these past two days than since early May, there is a definite feel of Autumn in the air – indefinable, but unmistakeable. My neighbour George, down the hill, has been sending billows of fragrant woodsmoke into the air each evening, and…
Part II in an occasional series on the names of things, inspired by Gary Larson. Part I: Staplers A few weeks ago, I spent a lot of time in traffic jams on the M6, and to pass the time, collected some names of caravans. Since then, I have added…
With thanks to the late, great Gary Larson, whose Far Side cartoon “The names that dogs call themselves” inspired this post. We have been managing with the same box of 5,000 desk staples for about the past 12 years, so the purchase of a new box was…
Holyford Woods is a local nature reserve, near Seaton. In early summer 2007, it had acres and acres of massed foxgloves (Digitalis purpurea) that had sprung up after a large area of woodland was clear-felled – a quite remarkable sight. Even more surprising to think that all the…
Yesterday, cabin fever overtook me after too many days staring at the computer screen, and I thought “blow this for a game of soldiers”. I took the day off, and we went to Dartmoor on a gloriously sunny day. I chose a new place to visit, near Meldon.…
Just a few minutes walk from my home is the Undercliff: an almost primeval wilderness of steep land formed by landslips between Lyme Regis and Axmouth. This morning was the first sunny day we’ve had for ages, so I sneaked out for a quick walk before I started…
The fishing village of Beer, on the East Devon Coast, provides a lot of photo opportunities – one of the few places where fishing boats are still pulled up on the shingle beach, and one can buy fresh fish off the boats. On this lovely summer morning, I…