Deep lanes and the ever changing land: my blog
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When the image that means the most means the least to everyone else
Late in May I made the traditional visit to Holwell Lawn on Dartmoor for the usual outrageous display of Bluebells. Most images we all make of the ‘bells were cliches a decade ago, and even more so now, but I still go because just witnessing that sudden dah-daaah moment when they suddenly appear lifts me. They’re all…
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Last Spring, sheep grazed on this hill
I’ve been watching this hill for a few months now, ever since the first signs were erected. The road here is on the edge of the town of Bovey Tracey, one of the attractive ‘gateway to Dartmoor’ towns. At far left is a digger and further left, out-of-picture, are large storage tanks of dry mortar…
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A winterbourne pool, Top Tor
I remember attending a talk a couple of years ago by the renowned landscape photographer Jem Southam, where he talked about his book The River Winter. He mentioned how the beautiful word ‘winterbourne’ originally referred to a river or stream that runs only in winter, and is generally dry in the summer months. The talk made…
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Source of the Devonport Leat
It’s been a rough 3 months with Penny, our beautiful 11-and-a-half year old Cocker Spaniel. In November she began suffering from an (unexplained) infection in one of her paws; it was red-raw and began to swell significantly. She spent several weeks on antibiotics and had to wear a neck / head collar to stop her…
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Dense mist, Grimspound
One day I must visit Grimspound on a fine, sunny day. The last time I was there, in March 2013, it was ice cold, all around covered in frost, and the light was a cool blue. Last week’s outing wasn’t meant to be a trip to Grimspound at all. I’d planned to walk along one…
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Clearing morning mist, Exe Estuary and Ship Canal, September 2015
5:15 am in early September 2015, and I was walking along the towpath of the Exeter Ship Canal. First light, almost an hour before sunrise, and I might have been dreaming, except for an unexpected coldness and the calls of birds I couldn’t see. The mist was by turns hiding and revealing details of the…
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