I love that I get to be eye-to-eye with crazy-faced beasts if I drive for just 20 minutes from my home. And autumn in the forest is the most wonderful treat of all – I am looking forward to seeing…
Digital
OK, so Autumn is turning out to be just the inspiration I need to get out with my camera. Yesterday I visited the old Victorian cemetery in town; it’s near my house and a favourite old haunt of mine. Everything is still mostly green…
My camera got the shock of its life today. Not only did I pop a memory card into its tummy, I also removed the 40mm pancake lens that’s been attached pretty much permanently since I got it last year. I’m…
If you’re in the UK you’ll be thinking ‘is this post about a building society’? If you’re not in the UK you’re probably (and understandably) mispronouncing one or more of those place names. To all of you – hello!…
It’s still hot. I am still loving it. I am also loving it when nature wins and finds a way though the tarmac… …and trips to my local beach – which is like a 1960’s dystopian vision of a seaside resort; with…
I’m super-wimpy when it comes to really hot weather – I do love (love, love) it but it can be quite hard work. Today was just that sort of day, when the overgrown shade of a Victorian cemetery became particularly…
When the hedgerows are filled with towering clouds of cow parsley, that’s when you know that it’s summer, at last. At last! I made myself do things with a camera at the weekend – pointing it at things, twiddling…
As much as I bang on (and on) about how rubbish winter is, it almost feels worth the suffering when you know it’s almost over and you have the longest possible time until it swings around again. When I…
Don’t let the Scooby-Doo-ness of the location fool you – a spooky Victorian cemetery is just place to spot those early signs of Spring that mean so much at this time of year. It’s always pretty lush here, thanks…
Ponies in the New Forest are allowed to wander wherever they like – even in and out of schools! Maybe they were hoping to find some discarded lunch-boxes or an unattended tuck-shop. I’ll never tire of their nonchalance and…