A year has passed since I decided to make this blog 'my own', by paying for a domain name and to go without adverts.I know this because I have just had notice that my payment for the next year of it has just arrived (notice that it has been paid, not that it was due… Continue reading Renewal
This week has largely been grey, windy, wet, and frankly making me feel like getting started on the hibernation that bears are known for. Officially the UK was in the grips of Storm Ali over the last couple of days with gusts of wind exceeding 80mph in the north of the country. Not hurricane or… Continue reading Thursday Doors: Many Storms
The sort of doors that I'm likely to come across are those in a more rural and less populated setting. Basically, I'm not often found in areas where a lot more humans like to gather, build towns or cities and live fairly close to each other and therefore the exposure to fancy doors protecting the… Continue reading Barn Doors (for people)
I live very near to Davidstow Moor airfield. It's not a working airfield these days; more a flat and high altitude set of remnants of one, with some current usage by hobbyist model aircraft and microlight flyers, learner drivers and some more umm... different hanging about in less social hours. The airfield played an active part… Continue reading Abandoned Airfield
The title only refers to the fact that it is Sunday when I'm posting this picture of a church; in fact I'll be down at the beach scouring it for plastic and fishing industry waste and cleaning it up rather than sitting in church singing and asking for any supernatural help with the problems we… Continue reading Church on Sunday
There is a thing I keep seeing on Twitter where people post pictures of doors. It's a running series by Norman Frampton on his blog at Norm 2.0 "Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world." This may have started… Continue reading Thursday Doors
Yesterday morning was looking to bring a fine day. Even by 9am on a Sunday families were already occupying their little territories of the receding beach at Crackington as the tide was heading for one of its high points for the day. I had headed down there a little earlier than normal to give myself… Continue reading Offshore Mists
