Trelissick House

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Who doesn't have a tower in their back garden?

Who doesn’t have a tower in their back garden?

Working away so I found a nice little house and garden to stroll around.

Just a glimpse.

Just a glimpse.

Looking at the house, not the view.

Looking at the house, not the view.

Looking at the view not the house.

Looking at the view not the house.

Portrait of the trees.

Portrait of the trees.

The woodland is still looking greener than back home, a little further South and so holds a little more warmth.

Green detail.

Green detail.

Illumination.

Illumination.

House detail. A work in progress.

House detail. A work in progress.

Why the house was built.

Why the house was built.

The whole house was designed to take advantage of the views over the River Fal Estuary, and does its job extremely well. With views from all rooms looking over the gardens or the estuary, and strategic gaps and high places created to take advantage of the best viewpoints, it carries out the task in hand to maximum effect.

Finally, go out and enjoy the change to Autumn and Winter, feel the season turn and let the year wind down with you so you get to relax into the future. It’s going to arrive anyway so you might as well enjoy it.

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Northern Sunset

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Drifting towards the horizon.

Drifting towards the horizon.

A week up in the North of England, an evening stroll and a camera. Just a few shots from this set, all the time I have to get them ready. Tomorrow I head home, always a good direction to head in. At the end of this post, as it’s National Poetry Day, I have a short piece for you to read, let me know what you think.

Blue sunset.

Blue sunset.

It is always amazing how much things can change over a few minutes from oranges to blues and deepening into grey and black.

Black and White Sunset.

Black and White Sunset.


For National Poetry Day.

Being Somewhere

Being displaced, different,
     away.
I am North, an unknown.
I am a stranger.

Every word is a dislocation,
     an admission,
I am not of here,
of hills and dark walls,
of strange names.

Each night I sleep, wait
     for the sun,
wait for my shadow to fall
behind me. To wait for one day.
     To wake,
       and I am home.

Crawley Hill

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Sunrise

Sunrise

Early on a Thursday morning I met with another photographer friend near Stroud for an early morning sunrise shoot on Crawley Hill. This is his neck of the woods so he chose the locations and led me round the places to see. I think it was a success, but that’s down to you the viewers really to decide, let me know what you think.

Low Horizon.

Low Horizon.

The Valley Gets Some Sun.

The Valley Gets Some Sun.

The hill itself is an old hill fort, and walking around the summit you can see why it was chosen, with great views all around, I can imagine in its day, with the trees cleared and possibly a wooden palisade surrounding it, it would be very imposing.

My kit, as the sun strikes the top of the hill.

My kit, as the sun strikes the top of the hill.

Morning Dew.

Morning Dew.

Sleepy Village.

Sleepy Village.

Sleepy Village, the long view.

Sleepy Village, the long view.

Mist Rising.

Mist Rising.

Nestled in the Trees.

Nestled in the Trees.

Misty Valley Village.

Misty Valley Village.

From the high view here we dropped down to the canalside, the quintessential English view as we strolled along after breakfast, thanks Keith :-). That’s where we’ll go next on our trip, so keep watching. And remember to enjoy the sights as the season turns to Autumn and the days shorten towards winter, my favourite time of year.

Weekend in the Cambrian Mountains

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Low visibility on Saturday.

Low visibility on Saturday.

Finally got out for a weekend walk so I teamed up with my old friend Pete to head into the Cambrian Mountains. This is the first time in this area and it was pleasantly quiet, wild with overused paths hard to find. The weather forecast was for two clear days, but true to form Saturday didn’t turn out quite as expected. We started out as the morning showers condensed into a 3 hour steady rain. That’s hills for you, once it cleared it was fine, and we were already on our way so things would have needed to get much worse to turn us back.

Dipping below the clouds.

Dipping below the clouds.

Things Looking Up.

Things Looking Up.

Old Farm.

Old Farm.

Walking into the valley to find this lonely remnant, people for years farmed this land. Families grew and faded as life changed for everyone, and these small outposts lost their viability in the modern world.

Views from the cottage.

Views from the cottage.

My evening accommodation.

My evening accommodation.

I like to sleep out like this, listening to the sounds of the land around. The river running by and the wind in the trees, There was still a bit of cloud about, but we had some good views of the Milky Way and a single meteor crossing the sky. We set up camp, ate food and chatted till the sun went down, then settled in for the night. Another day in the mountains to follow.

Morning mist in the valley.

Morning mist in the valley.

The Old Farm.

The Old Farm.

Afon Hengwm.

Afon Hengwm.

Sun in the Grass.

Sun in the Grass.

After crossing the river (always fun) we headed up the slope, getting the benefit of opening views and the rising sun.

Our sleeping quarters.

Our sleeping quarters.

Sunrise.

Sunrise.

Leaving the valley.

Leaving the valley.

Views.

Views.

The views from here.

The views from here.

Given the views, North, South, East to the sea and West to England, it is a pleasant surprise to find it so quiet out there. A place we shall return to soon, to see if we can keep this wild space quiet. Until next time, get out and enjoy yourself.