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
Buzzard
Butterfly
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 on September 25, 2019
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