This is a photographic exhibition. It contains no narrative, so please enjoy these simple images, of us and friends, taken during our winter stay in cold old Radnorshire.
Here are some pictures from the last month of frostiness, in no particular order. Click on the images to make them bigger. To read about how it was for us out in the snow, click HERE.
our house has teeth...
o the holy holy, o the holly tree
25th morn song
cold times
Click below for more frosted photographics…
Being a short photographic exposition of how the combination of a heavy bag, fidgety exuberance, and gravity, might altogether cause a young girl to tumble in the woods.
Ed and Ginger get fruitful
The Cathedral on our left, at the start of this journey
A quick pub song, Ashdown Forest
The power of signs - Chilham, Kent
A bird in the bush is worth thousands on the forklift
vagabonds at large
A dramatic stick, Kings Wood nr Canterbury
Shady fellows, Temple of the Winds
Hedging for our supper in Hampshire
Geometric bubbles in a woodland stream
Sleepy oak, nr Faversham
you can almost smell them - wild garlic in bloom
Bivi-ing in the garlic. An un-vampiric night's kip.
A sign of the times - but what about illiterate robbers?
Sleeping in the park, a frosty morning wake-up
The troll beneath the bridge...
We like this
Ceci n'est pas un wild flower
Tea in the morning, Horsham
It is true, he is smooth as velvet
a helping fraternal hand...
Ed and Will being statuesque
Our best TV
Ed and Ginger, same family, different centuries...
Will wants it...
Ed pooh-poohs another suggestion
And that’s all folks…
Xinging in Faversham Town
Ginger at Little Chart
Ed before Little Chart
3 of us near Faversham
We have just aquired a new camera that can take good plant pictures, so we shall soon be able to document plants and trees through all the seasons to help with identification.
Until the first lot of plant pictures come, here is an enormous flower built by ed for Sunrise Celebration.
We grew up in Kent, the home of hops. For the past twenty or so years the Kentish hop season has become shorter and shorter, as imported hops from Germany and America prove more cost efficient for British beer.
Hop farms have closed all over the place, and some have managed to hold on. For those that remain, things are looking better. On the farm we worked on for a few harvests, they are replanting the fields that 4 years ago they grubbed. This is no cheap undertaking, so times must be good.
On the farm they still retain the tradition of workers coming down for a season from London. Some of them have grandparents that also worked there.
This is a picture section…..so here is one of ginger and some other hop picking crew.
