Rich drove up from Stafford via Wildboarclough, the Roaches and Buxton. I had the easier route by bus stopping 200 metres from my Sheffield home – through the beautiful Hope Valley, FoC with my senior’s bus pass – to Castleton … Read More »
Willow the red kite is angry. Sandra won’t be taking her to the field because she’s Rhiannon’s. Fair enough. In this family business each bird has a particular carer. But Willow hates it when Leon, on a perch beside her … Read More »
170815 canterbury – slides advance manually.
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 »