Changeable weather: even our visiting Pheasant is taking cover.
Category: colour.
Three stones.
Padley Mill: Negatives from the 1980s No3.
Padley Mill on Kodacolor VR 200 film made between 1982 & 86
The back of the mill can be seen through the trees and the stream in the foreground fed a small dam (behind the trees on the left of the image) which maintained flow through the mill race.
This was a corn mill from the mid-eighteen century; also used as a saw mill and wire-drawing mill.
Negatives from the 1980s No2.
Steps No4: Coneysthorpe Nth Yorkshire.
A Swan on her nest.
Dhofar coast & Dame Freya Stark.
From my Oman files.
Dhofar coast: the type of coastline Freya Stark would have seen and described in the book I am now reading, also the one from my previous post – see below..
From the big encyclopædia in the sky:
Dame Freya Madeline Stark. DBE.
In 1934, Stark sailed down the Red Sea to Aden and began a new adventure. She hoped to trace the frankincense route of the Hadhramaut, the hinterland of southern Arabia. Only a handful of Western explorers had ventured into the region but never as far or as widely as she. Her goal was to reach the ancient city of Shabwa, which was rumoured to have been the capital of the Queen of Sheba.
Click cover for Amazon link and note how rare and expensive most of her hardback books have become. Ex-library or well used books can be got at reasonable cost: many of her First addition, Mint & Fine used copies are not easily found.
A late Spring – No3.
The weather is still changeable, it was lovely and sunny two hours ago, but prior to that I got soaked while out shopping. Thunder & lightning with hailstones in the middle of May !!, the sun has a lot to answer for with its sunspot activity, only went for cat food.
Hay-ho, good excuse for a glass of vino and the third book of Freya Stark’s auto biography.
Click cover for Amazon link.
A late Spring – No2.
A late Spring.
Early morning mist.
Stone with sand swirls.
Snowing today.
Poppies.
Lonely companions.
Mirkwood ?.
“Stick to the forest-track, keep your spirits up, hope for the best, and with a tremendous slice of luck you may come out one day and see the Long Marshes lying below you, and beyond them, high in the East, the Lonely Mountain where dear old Smaug lives, though I hope he is not expecting you”. (Gandalf) J.R.R Tolkien.