Windblown

On Golden Cap, Dorset
One from the archives … a beautiful day’s walking on the Dorset cliffs back in 2012 with my sister. Clearly it gets breezy up there.
One from the archives … a beautiful day’s walking on the Dorset cliffs back in 2012 with my sister. Clearly it gets breezy up there.
This was on the Jurassic Coast one summers day nine years ago. Its had been gloriously sunny up to this point but photographically this was the star of the day. I don’t recall getting wet but my sister’s car was nearby.
This is somewhere in Somerset that we visited in 2012 … I might even kill someone to be able to play in a greenhouse like this one. The rhubarb forcing pots are appealing too.
Victoria and Albert Museum, London. Spring 2009
This dates back to 2014 and was taken in a National Trust property near Cambridge called Anglesey Abbey. I had forgotten all about the droptes flying off the dogs wagging tail – someone was having a good time!
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Once upon a time people used to write letters on paper and stick stamps on them and entrust them to the postman to deliver – which surprisingly often they did. happily we have more efficient ways to communicate today. This may end up in a museum – one of Her Majesty’s post boxes on a road corner in southern England.
In England four summers ago we visited, with friends, a small garden that was open one evening to raise money for a good cause – this is quite a thing in England. In an otherwise empty “garden room” we chanced upon this delightful seat for the weary gardener. “A large gin and tonic if you please”.
A rape field in Huntingdonshire with a red hot-air ballon drifting over as the clouds behind started to look threatening
Henceforth, as a general editorial rule, the Sunday image will be something I particularly like from times past. Memory Sunday.
These lovely cows lived in a Berkshire field and wandered over to chew the cud with me one sunny afternoon on May 2019 when we last visited England.
From the Archives – 2018
Starting to think it’s time for spring to arrive (6 weeks at least, but you can hope) and serendipitously happened upon this European Robin that was digitally collected two years ago in England … I like his facial expression. Very positive, as one needs to be at this time of a Quebec year.