Bodnant is based in North Wales and has to be one of the most stunning gardens in the UK, thanks to its varied topography and mild climate. A visit here is highly recommended particularly in late spring early summer. You can lose yourself in its many acres for hours, and still not see it all.
My photography work has taken a new direction and I am doing a bit of travelling at the moment. Last week I got to the Scilly Islands and on a trip out to sea on this high speed boat I caught a seal waiting for the tide to come in so he could get off his perch….
Eighteen months ago I visited North West Scotland on holiday and stayed on Mull with some friends. At about the same time I became aware of the 2010 project for Macmillan Cancer which was accepting photographic entries for a new book to raise money for Macmillan. The finished book includes some of my outdoor natural world photos which I undertake pretty rarely due to commitments with the camera elsewhere. It would make a great present for someone and can be ordered from BobBooks here.
More about the 2010 Project here.
Just looking around and the trees are suddenly leafless again. That was a short summer. I took this on my pocket Olympus as I walked down the Wirral Way near Willaston. Time is just flying by…
The bluebells come out at a magic time of year- within a few days of flowering the woodland canopy has emerged from its winter hibernation and the light filters through the lime green glade on to the endless blue carpet. It really is bliss.
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Walking off the excess of Turkey and Christmas pudding on the Wirral Way near Hooton these last few days has been essential. The snow made it all the more charming although that has now melted. The relics of last years season stand there as black carcasses at the side of the footpath, their skeletal spectacle swaying elegantly. Now it’s new year I can’t wait for spring, the new verdant growth and the hope that goes with it.
Happy new year….
I took these pictures a week ago in North Yorkshire. It was a blazing hot day and the heather was just coming out and I thought I might see a grouse or two. The grouse were extremely elusive (which, as this was the week after the 12th is probably unsurprising) but the butterflies were out in profusion enjoying the thistle nectar harvest. It was too good to miss….
A trip to the Treshnish Isles last week….