Every year, I try to visit at least one beechwood at about this time, when the leaves are like fluttering scraps of lime green taffeta. This year I could only manage a short repeat visit to Lewesdon Hill, and this time, I took my infrared converted camera and…
Tag: bluebells
One of the few densely wooded hills in this part of the world, this is a wonderful spot to visit in May, when the woodland floor is carpeted with bluebells and ferns, and the tree canopy is just bursting into fresh leaf. It’s a bit of a hike…
An impression of English sycamore woods in the spring. Blue flowers and a blue sky of subtly different colour. These lesser-known undercliffs are to the East of Lyme Regis, and this is where the old road to Charmouth used to run until it slipped away and had to be…
One of a series of abstract impressions of a beautiful English wood at bluebell time. This can only begin to convey the joy of spending time in this magical place as dusk descends: the heady scent of the flowers, the clear song of thrushes high in the canopy,…
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.…