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The Trouble with Ruins

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Glastonbury Abbey – the Abbey House from the ruins of St Mary’s Chapel

Rain was spotting as we descended from the summit of Glastonbury Tor. By the time we got back into the town it was raining properly, presenting the conundrum of where to eat lunch. I suggested we had for the abbey, much to the protestation of Cee who was convinced they wouldn’t let us eat sandwiches inside the abbey despite my attempts to persuade her that it would be more ruins than anything else. The trouble with ruins is, though, that there’s not much shelter from the rain. Continue reading


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“Who’s this moving alive over the moor?”

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and if it rains, if it thunders suddenly
where will he shelter looking round
and all that lies to hand is his own bones?

So the composition’s not perfect and the  light balance isn’t quite right but hey, I’m not a photographer and my camera’s a ten-year-old point and click, and this is  one of my favourite photos I’ve taken this year so here it is to celebrate World Photo Day and the anniversary of the invention of photography. Continue reading


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Coastlining 30: Bude – Marsland Mouth

Date: Thursday 25th September 2014   Distance walked: 9.5 miles  Total distance: 296 miles

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Bude

Bude was quiet at nine in the morning. A few dog walkers. A few determined swimmers in the sea pool. To the south a pale blue glimmer in the sky, the rest was grey with lowering clouds that had me fretting on the way in that it might rain and I’d brought the wrong coat. Cee and I parted at the car park tucked in behind the beach and the harbour. I set off up round by the sea pool. Past a row of 1920s beach huts with painted doors and window shutters: red, blue, green, navy, light blue, red. The tide was low. Bude beach was a deserted spread of smooth sand the colour of foundation for a skin tone darker than mine, pocked with morse code lines of footprints Continue reading


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Malvern Spring

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the north Malvern Hills from Herefordshire Beacon

Travelling northbound on the M5 the long ridge of the Malverns looms close on the westward horizon: a line of undulating peaks like the back of a great geological beast embedded in the land running North-South along the Worcestershire-Herefordshire border. One day, while wandering through the livestock exhibits of the Three Counties Show in Great Malvern right at the feet of the hillss Cee looked up and saw people walking along the top of the ridge and decided she wanted a go. Ok, I said, let’s do it. When do you want to go? Continue reading


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Coastlining 22: Portreath – Perranporth

Date: Monday 9th June 2014     Distance walked: 12 miles      Total distance: 208 miles

Portreath Beach

Portreath Beach and Gull Rock

I’m running out of words to describe the blue of the sea. Azure. Sapphire. Lapis. Not sure. Check the Pantone chart and it’ll insist it’s Mediterranean Blue. Clearly they’ve never been to Cornwall in fine weather. Arriving at Portreath this morning I could have been at a completely different place – country, even – from where Annie and I left the coast in spotting rain late yesterday afternoon. Except the proprietors of the local shop remembered me. Back again? How far this time, all the way to Porthtowan? It’s a tough walk… Continue reading