Fairy toadstools

I couldn’t resist getting the camera out to snap these mushrooms that have popped up on the lawn.


Carmarthen Sky

Carmarthen Sky

I will never get bored of Welsh sunsets! Carmarthen town from Llangunnor.

The River Avon

This photo was taken on a particularly breezy summer’s day in Stratford-Upon-Avon. It is one of my favourites as the wind through the trees gives the impression of brush strokes; you could almost think you were looking at a painting.

River tree (2)

‘Art is the window to man’s soul.’

Quote by Lady Bird Johnson.


You can be whatever you want to be in life…

And we decided to be ducks – so there!


Bovine portraits

Had the pleasure of meeting these two gorgeous beasts at Mary Arden’s Farm in Stratford-Upon-Avon recently.

Bovine portrait

Baby bovine

The woodland causeway

Mud, glorious mud…

For the first time ever, I was unable to get Glastonbury tickets this year. I felt very sad about this for some months but, after seeing these pics in the Guardian today, needless to say, I’m feeling a little better!

That said, I’ve had my fair share of muddy ones; here’s a pic I took at the festival a few years ago. Mud or no mud, Glastonbury-goers always manage to make the best of it! For everyone partying in those famous Pilton fields over the next few days, rock on, my soggy ones! Rock on!


The hideaway

“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.”
[The Minotaur]― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

Hut preset

The Rock Pool

Poem by Edward Shanks

This is the sea. In these uneven walls
A wave lies prisoned. Far and far away
Outward to ocean, as the slow tide falls,
Her sisters through the capes that hold the bay
Dancing in lovely liberty recede.
Yet lovely in captivity she lies,
Filled with soft colours, where the wavering weed
Moves gently and discloses to our eyes
Blurred shining veins of rock and lucent shells
Under the light-shot water; and here repose
Small quiet fish and dimly glowing bells
Of sleeping sea-anemones that close
Their tender fronds and will not now awake
Till on these rocks the waves returning break

Telpyn Beach near Amroth, Pembrokeshire