Colour and sheep were significant features of this first part of my Cwmdu walk up Cwm Sorgwm between the Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountains in Wales.
The colour was largely the vast array of greens common to the Welsh countryside and hills, but also other colours such as the purples of thistles and foxgloves. The sheep too,Continue reading
My walk this week has been from June 2012 and features the Dorset wind. I don’t know to what extent the wind has been apparent to anyone viewing the photos for this walk that I have posted through the week, but the soundscape below should give a sense of time as well as place. Continue reading
Found on my walk this week in 2012, this arrangement of trees on top a Dorset hill seemed ancient and magical. I enjoy the formal espalier arrangements of trees that we often create with fruit trees and I like the formal pattern of tree avenues in France, but this is something different again and seems like very typically English.Continue reading
My walk this week is from June five years ago and though that time of year could reasonably be called Summer, this was a very windy wander in Dorset.Continue reading
During my walk this week around Kunsthuis Gallery and Gardens I came upon one or two unusual pieces of sculpture. With the children’s play garden in the background this artwork, which appears to me to be an extracted molar, might scare off any children with a fear of the dentist – not an uncommon phobia! The decay on this dental presentation is quite natural but relates very well to the growth and erosion that can take place on uncared for teeth. However, it was a little unexpected in this beautiful garden setting. The comb-like sharp pointed teeth of the thistles are in better condition even though it is the end of the season and they completing their cycle for the year.
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Still with the Thistles – the closer you look, the more detail you see. These Thistle seeds on a cobweb stayed just steady enough in a lull in the breeze to allow me to capture their minute tendrils.
