Kinver Edge

Eleven miles south west of Dudley in the West Midlands is the pretty village of Kinver. Kinver Edge is a National Trust property that lies just outside the village. The property consists of extensive parkland and woods, and includes an iron age hill fort and the Rock Houses.

_DSC9611 Having explored the rock houses, Mary and I enjoyed an excellent cream tea with hot scones.


Fortified, we went to explore the woods.

Some of the paths are very steep but the woods are well worth a walk. It was early October and the trees were just beginning to change colour. There were still some wild flowers to see.

One of the features of Kinver Edge is “Nanny’s Cave” reputed to have once been the home of a hermit.
It’s a bit of a climb to get into but is full of interesting shapes.
…and grafitti!

St. Audries Bay

Just three miles west of Watchet in Somerset, is St. Audries Bay waterfall.


The waterfall flows from a cliff of Triassic Mudstone and the beach consists of curved and shelving Mudstone steps.

It’s a beautiful area and well worth exploring.
St Audries Sunset

Gloucestershire Weekend

I recently spent a weekend near Harescombe in Gloucestershire.


Harescombe has an architecturally quirky village church which…


…lends itself to a ‘Day for Night’ treatment.

We also walked down to the River Severn at Arlingham.



I do like a tree!
PF Autumn Peace
Trees provide infinite possibilities as a photographic subject.
Rich in textures…
…and shapes.
Distant trees (rainforest covered mountains in Costa Rica)…
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… and even dead trees.

Brean Wreck

Last July we were lucky enough to get away to Somerset for a few days. Whilst walking on the beach at Brean I came across this old wreck in the sand.

Brean Wreck
Having taken the ‘obvious’ picture I thought it would be a good idea to go inside the opposite end of the wreck and take one looking up the beach, towards the dunes. So I walked down to the far end and stepped from the (very firm) sand of the beach...
The next thing I knew was that I was lying on my side in a layer of extremely soft mud holding my precious camera aloft. Luckily, my wife was persuaded to walk to the edge and reach across for my camera. The mud was only about knee deep, so I was never in real danger. The cleanup took quite a while!

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