I don't do too much in the way of wildlife or bird photography. I do like to watch what is going on in the natural world while I'm out walking, but I simply haven't got the patience to sit about and wait for a good story or moment to come together within range of my... Continue Reading →

Nice Picture

Today, I am answering a letter from a reader.It is from a Mrs H, in Cornwall. Dear Bear,I wondered if I might make a request? Don't forget it's bin night on Friday. Also, have you got a 'normal' photograph to show us by any chance? Not one like the whooshy abstract things you do --... Continue Reading →

Anarchic Teasel

There is something somehow more pleasing to my eye about things that are not 'perfect'. It must be that my brain catalogue image of an object, in the mental encyclopaedia somewhere, is ringing a 'not matching the pattern' alert that pleases me. This teasel has attracted me for it's leaf that had defiantly gone it's... Continue Reading →

East Woods Light Show

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 →

Dancers

Some flowering Cow Parsley was effectively caught in a spotlight in the hedgerow, and the breeze was strong enough to make it dance.

Shed – Retired

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.

A Familiar Tree

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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