I was doodling around on the social site Mastodon when I saw a very familiar sight. Someone had posted a shot of the fabulous Millook cliffs, and talked in his post about how he had waited for a woman walking up the beach to enter the frame, to give an idea of the scale of... Continue Reading →
When we were looking to move down to Cornwall, my wife had a shortlist of desired characteristics for the ideal location.
The UK is currently parched. Many readers in properly hot regions may be harrumphing (or whatever other unimpressed and dismissive noises they wish to make) as we are experiencing a heatwave here getting in to the mid 30's (that's centigrade, other temperature measuring scales are available) and exclaiming 'That's nothing, we have (insert insanely hot... Continue Reading →
I like a gnarly old Hawthorn tree. They're a stoic kind of tree, not fussy about position and soil quality at all, seeming to just get on with doing their thing wherever they find themselves growing. Most don't end up being trees at all, just a constantly trimmed piece of a mixed hedgerow environment, so... Continue Reading →
This question was asked of me by a friend, who I think was angling to have someone take their forthcoming wedding pictures for them on the cheap.
Just sitting here and thinking of some relevant wording to add to my pictures for this post. Don't mind me. Tell you what, I'll post the pictures for you to look at now, while I carry on and think of the angle I'm going to take for the text. As usual, you can click on... Continue Reading →
I know. You have been wondering haven't you? It has been said --by me on my 'About Bear' page as it happens-- that "I do enjoy the creative outlet of my photography–it’s just more often in sporadic bursts of relative enthusiasm rather than a continuous drive."But five months, without even feeling like I want to... 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 →
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 →