Last of the summer grinny, grin grin ….

Posted on September 25, 2019


It’s been such a lovely summer, in fact almost magical, however as it draws to a close there is a last chance to enjoy it when most of the visitors have gone home. It’s early September and what better place for some peace and tranquility than Exmoor.

Exmoor: still stuck in the fifties; like an innocent Enid Blyton novel. Vintage Furguson tractors, galvanised chassis, rover V8’s, deer hunting, Dick and Fanny (but not Dick and Dick), sheep, cottages, roses, tradition, struggle, cider, 4×4, subsidies, swings over the river, Lorna Doone, heather, snappy collies, free ranging chickens, lashings of ginger beer and blaming city folk for not understanding.

Fabulous and resplendent in it’s raw beauty and remoteness. Don’t forget to leave your device at home coz it wasn’t invented in the fifties and therefore doesn’t get a signal, enjoy a timeless experience and just hope that you don’t get shot in the church …


Magnificent stag beneath Dunkery


On top of the Beacon

Dunkery stillness

View towards Porlock

Stag and hinds, family group pre rut


Back to the Doomsday Church

Pew detail

Roof detail

Exmoor traffic jam

Westermill back drop



Long tailed tit on haw

The babbling Exe near its source


Fuji XT 3 w/ 200mm f2, 16 – 55mm f2.8 & 1.4x

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Posted in: Birds, Exmoor, North Devon