There is a woods behind the beach of Crackington Haven, East Woods in the Ludon Valley--the Ludon being the stream that cuts down through it.It's a good and proper native woodland that is managed with only a light touch, letting nature mostly just get on with things itself. So fallen trees stay where they are,… Continue reading East Woods Light Show
Carrying on from the theme of black and white pictures of the abandoned, this is of the overgrown driveway and garage of an empty property just up the road from me. Just a note, the area I live in is not abandoned and falling down in general and there are a much greater number of… Continue reading Needs Some Paint
I do love a tumbledown or abandoned building, especially when nature appears to be in an advanced stage of winning all the materials back. Clicking on any of the photos makes it full screen--well, that's the intention anyway.
I pass this Sycamore tree almost every day, it's on the lane towards the village that I walk along at least five or six times a week. Every time I pass and look up at it, particularly on a good weather day, I think "I should remember to bring my camera with me really...". Obviously,… Continue reading A Familiar Tree
There is a section at the end of Davidstow Woods that my wife and I always jokingly call 'Apocalypse Woods'. For some reason, the stand of trees there is just a collection of mostly dead but still upright trunks, standing in a boggy section of ground that is slowly regenerating around it, and so that… Continue reading Apocalypse Woods
Amongst all the usual newsletters and regular store emails one morning last week I had an email from Ben Huberman at WordPress. I recognised the name but couldn't quite place why. The subject line was 'You're an Editors Pick on WordPress Discover!' I took a moment to try to process those few words. Some pinching… Continue reading WordPress Discover Editors’ Pick
It doesn't snow very often in Cornwall. To relations living in a more northerly UK latitude I joke that it's because we are near the equator here, compared to them anyway. This was the second hit in a couple of weeks, the last one hung around for two or three days and we were genuinely… Continue reading Wintry Warbstow
When the tide is out at Sandymouth, just north of Bude, the huge expanse of beach is full of little pools. Looking back towards the cliffs you can see how they are made up of layered rock just like our own at Crackington, although the rock itself is a softer type. I was lucky that… Continue reading Sandymouth
The north edge of Crackington Haven is dominated by the headland of Penkenna. When you are down walking on the beach you can see ant-like people silhouetted against the sky sometimes, walking along the footpath on the top. From sea level it looks very precarious but, although narrowing to a point and dropping steeply and… Continue reading Penkenna
The fishing boat here is called Beeny, after the tiny hamlet of Beeny which is just a handful of miles north of Boscastle itself. It seems to be well tied up which is probably wise given the now famous flooding event at Boscastle in 2004. Beeny, or the National Trust owned coastline that stretches north… Continue reading Beeny at Boscastle
There are days down at Crackington Haven beach - and a lot of Cornwall - when you can barely stand up as the wind is funnelled in towards you and the waves are whipped up. On the sides of the beach you may get some shelter from being in the lee of the cliffs but… Continue reading Stormy at Crackington Haven
These are the photographs of Showery Tor I took after I finished getting buzzed by the RAF. It is the same collection of granite, weathered into these unlikely looking piles by simple wind and rain, just from different angles. Every time I visit I will get different moods of the Moor and falls of the… Continue reading Showery Tor, Bodmin Tor
