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Category Archives: Away Days
All At Sea
I went for a walk on Hilsborough today; a hill that looms between ourselves and the sea. It is National Trust land and a nature reserve, and at the top is an ancient hill fort, although to the untrained eye or uninformed this is not obvious. I was on my own, OH was otherwise employedContinue reading “All At Sea”
Sweetness
I had a nice walk to the petrol station today. “Why?” I hear you ask “Have you succumbed to your pyromaniacal urges once more?”. No, that is firmly in the past. The answer is quite simple. Waiting there just for me, with my name on the paper wrapping, was a bunch of sweet peas. TheseContinue reading “Sweetness”
Bliss
I eventually made it to Marwood Hill Gardens. This was after a well-documented previous attempt, which ended in misery and heart-break. For those of you who missed this sorry tale, or would like to practice their schadenfreude technique, here it is again – Moaning Minnie – Part Two. It was worth the wait. Oh, itContinue reading “Bliss”
Moaning Minnie – Part Two
Today didn’t pan out quite how expected and I only have myself to blame. Today I was due to travel to Marwood Hill Gardens to interview and photograph for an upcoming article in Devon Life magazine. Today I was to have wandered the gardens, free from the detritus of the public, to savour the beautyContinue reading “Moaning Minnie – Part Two”
Stitchwort
Our designated daily exercise took us up the moorland hill that looms malignly in view of our house. In truth we skirted rather than climbed. It was quiet, except for the exuberant birdlife, and the fresh air was soothing and much appreciated. The wildflowers are being to shine, it is their time. The celandine, theContinue reading “Stitchwort”
Niche
Whilst rejecting me, someone described my work as “niche”. I imagine it was not meant as a compliment. I laughed, then did my puzzled face and felt a bit sad. My writing is me, which surely means I must also be niche. No one had mentioned it before. But it explains a lot. The photoContinue reading “Niche”
Catkins
Catkins; hard to better on a bright winter’s morning. Unlike today which was mizzle from dawn to dusk. But it is enough to remember the good times.
Blue
Bideford Long Bridge in the morning sun. All is calm. A moment earlier I had been passed by an excitable crocodile of fluoresence as a stream of school kids walked past. I heard one of them say, as they pointed to one of the moored boats, rusted and land-bound and in the process of slowContinue reading “Blue”
The Great Photo Sorting Season
The Great Photo Sorting Season is now open! When I say “open” I mean “I’ve been thinking about it without doing anything terribly constructive”. My first delve into the recent past is a stunning Iris ensata. This photo was taken on a July visit to Marwood Hill Gardens with my pal Deb. If you wishContinue reading “The Great Photo Sorting Season”
Off The Edge Gardening 