There are still plenty of photography situations where there’s no getting round the need for SLR camera, filters, lights and above all high quality optics. But if you ask me, those situations are growing fewer and further between. Or is … Read More »
George Eliot called it the Floss, put a mill by it and peopled it with the Tulliver family. Upriver she sited a Mudport widely held to be Gainsborough. I was enthralled. For me the tale she spun there, first read … Read More »
The North Downs of Kent and Surrey, like the more beautiful South Downs of Hampshire and Sussex, are predominantly chalk. Highly porous, their streams are few and far between but here and there, where chalk lies above clay, a small … Read More »
Walking the Cheshire Ring is the incredible story, in pictures, of how one dog and his man walked and wild-camped the canal banks of deepest Cheshire, England.
Sandwiched between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, here’s Bridlington on Saturday.
January 2nd – Jackie, Jasper and I head for Stoney Middleton, twelve miles from home. We park on the aptly named High Street, a few yards down its one-in-three incline from the entrance to what in the fifties had been a small … Read More »
Skiddaw from Keswick, mid morning on Thursday, December 29. Skiddaw and Keswick, from Hope Park. Skiddaw and Hope Park from a Derwentwater jetty. From Hope Park, looking south-west across Derwentwater to Cat Bells (left), Grisedale Pike (right) … Read More »
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In ten days time, September 15, I fly to India for a month in Rajasthan. I was last in the state – most of it never under direct British rule – in 1974, despite fabulous memories of its people as … Read More »
Jackie and Charis stayed with Trish and Hugh near Aberystwyth last week, then spent three days riding near Lampeter. Steve, Jeni and Charis’s pal Emalise were driving to a Friends of Bolivia reunion near Machynlleth on Thursday so I hitched a ride, and all six … Read More »