The surf has pumped all winter and into the spring. The wild garlic and bluebells came early, mid April instead of May. An early visit to a tourist honeypot clapper bridge as well as photos from my local ancient bluebell woodland What can be more English than bells and dappled sunshine? […]
November 16, 2016
Late autumn on Exmoor. Wednesday. T’was a dingy day plagued by low cloud and mizzle. How quickly the climate of hope of a multi coloured ‘new England fall’ changes to the acceptance of the inevitable. Wind, rain and low cloud had spoiled the show in a few random mid-week days. It’s normal. We embrace change […]
April 28, 2026
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