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All quiet on the rock

July 4, 2023

It’s not very often that you visit Lundy when it’s not windy, it is a lump of rock stuck out in the middle of the Bristol channel after all but when it’s calm, it’s beguiling. All the noise is stripped away and you can hear the subtle sounds of the island, not just the shouters, […]

End of the summer sunsets

September 2, 2020

Woolacombe sunsets are a photographers dream. Big skies, big beach, big sand dunes and big tides. Foreground interest (usually dogs), mid ground (crashing waves or rocks at combesgate) and background – the magnificent light thrown up as our planet rotates away from the star that gives life to our galaxy. Here are a few of […]

And I feel fine

May 4, 2020

While all this Covid ineptitude is going down by our government, life goes on in this beautiful village that I am lucky live in on the North Devon coast. There’s no visitors, which makes for a mahooosive difference. It’s great for us to enjoy our home, but for many of my friends who run seasonal […]

The Wind

April 1, 2020

The March 2020 trip to Lundy was very windy, ffffht, but when is it not? Even on a still day at the beaches of north Devon, it is windy on Lundy. So when it’s windy on Lundy, it’s really windy – it’s like being in a viking battle, or worse. The wind claws at you […]

Deer on the Exmoor doorstep

January 21, 2018

The rain, drizzle & mizzle, downpours in grey sheets. On muddy paths & Flooded roads. Forcing the valiant wanderer Into pubs & lukewarm hot-tubs. Mmmmm. Anyway. Ginuary, rest and a chance to edit some pix from 0ur last sunny day. Btw, HBC (Happy Birthday Charlotte), Wtf & BYT (Boil yer Tatties) haha. Deer on […]

Drug is the love

December 31, 2012

Drug is the Love Love is a walled garden, Cut off from the horror of the outside world And bathed in dappled sunshine. Love is a gateless prison, A sightlessness, A disability and a burden For which there is no cure or relief. Love is a furtive glance, A guarded secret, An anonymous drowning […]

Deep breathing

December 13, 2012

I’ve lost my soul I’ll be fine I knew this would happen Lock me up Down by the sea It’s no big deal I’ve lost myself I’m falling Hold me Hold on I’m falling ©Ester Spears Ilfracombe Rainbow Canon 5D c/w 24-70 f2.8 L

Up to zero

August 7, 2012

I stand alone United by soul Supported by none Part of the whole Taking the brunt Of a winters storm My dry husk wetted By fire and form United in purpose Divided by fate The path is finite And the future, locked by a gate. ©Ester Spears Picture of a Lynmouth break water taken on […]

Wasting away

May 25, 2012

Wasting away I wrote a poem about my unrequited love And they told me I was clever. I tried to sell my picture to the journal And they told me they would never Pay me, oh no. Here I sit Wasting away. Drinking champagne and happy in my furrow. Oh no, Wasting away and waiting […]

Empty

May 8, 2012

A Sticky Itch Your crushing indifference Bears down on me In the grey gloom. You think ‘I’m nothing special’, Just an ordinary tune: Easily forgotten but sometimes, Annoyingly remembered. I walk with many In the struggle to breathe Some life into the dream Of extraordinary being. And when I die, As we all surely must. […]