Friday 28 September 2018

Nelson and Old Harry

The skies were clear again this morning but anything below the level of our hills risked being shrouded in a cloak of fog that tiptoed along the valley and out to sea. Slowly, as the Sun breached the wall of fog and liberated the bay from its clutches, Old Harry began to appear along with the ghostly form of Lord Nelson.

Wednesday 5 September 2018


I struggle with the Summer, both as a photographer and as a walker: both prove more difficult and somehow less enjoyable than at other times of the year. I look forward to Autumn though and welcome signs of her arrival as if I am waiting for the return of an old friend.

Quiet but never silent.

I missed the Sun this morning, not because I was late but because the early wander was done and dusted by the time the clouds cleared. When...