Well, well. November 7th since I last posted anything here. Excuses and explanations? Um… no, not really. It’s just part of the ebb and flow of life. At this time of year we are more likely to be battered, drenched or frozen by weather that makes strolling around or generally loitering with a camera, without … More Thursday Doors: St Ives, Cornwall
This could be an occasional niche within the niche that is Thursday Doors. So that’s a nice niche niche then. Sorry. Anyway, Cornwall, being almost an island on the south-western end of the British Isles mainland, is of course a seafaring place and a lot of the small villages grew up, both in population and … More Thursday Doors: Boat Houses
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 … More Thursday Doors: Many Storms
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 … More 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 … More 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 … More 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 … More Offshore Mists
