Dark and dangerous
Tangled branches and dark skies.
Witches on the prowl.
Been a bit quiet for a few days, things got in the way a bit. However…
I couldn’t resist this tree when I found it, not a straight line to be seen. Twisting and turning from trunk to sky. Felt a little spooky, as if an evil queen or witch was ready to energe with a poisoned apple.
Feathers like a cloud,
Graceful in a white tutu.
A swan by the lake.
I have no clue if this is a male or female swan, but as far as I am concerned both can wear a tutu if they want.
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Chaotic and loud,
All the fun of the fairground.
Laughter guaranteed,
An annual event in Nottingham, Goose Fair is one of the largest travelling fairs in Europe, second only to Hull apparently. Over three days it attracts around half a million visitors to around 350 rides at a site just outside the city centre. As an event I am not so enthusiastic, but photographically it can be rewarding.
Finally stopped still.
An elusive dart of blue
Enjoying his catch.
Kingfishers are a nightmare. I once paid for a workshop in order to sit in a hide for two hours, never seeing a kingfisher. They were almost becoming mythical creatures in my eyes, no easier to find than a unicorn. But fortune favours those who persist, or perspire, and I was lucky enough to see this guy one morning, having just caught a newt for breakfast.
The snow falls gently,
Hiding the imperfections,
Deadening all sounds.
Apologies if it is your winter, but for me it is summer. Given the choice between snow and sun, I would choose snow every time.
Stacked up and ready,
Lobster pots eager for work.
Awaiting the boat.
The north-east coast of England is a treasure trove of harbours, islands, and castles. Seahouses is the gateway to the Farne Islands, famous for Grace Darling and puffins. The harbour is still a working port with its own charms.
Must-do in Windsor
The long drive to the castle
Home of monarchy.
Windsor Castle dominates the town. With Eton College just the other side of the river, I guess the Princes didn’t even have to get a bus to school.
Clean air and warm sun,
A walk along the tide line.
Picnic chair for one.
A slight application of background blur to this image of a family walking the beach at Filey, North Yorkshire. Only the one chair, but I am guessing that she who carries it sits on it.
What’s it like up there?
The same as it is down there,
Just a better view.
One year my children bought me a wildlife experience, with special access to the wildlife park at Woburn. A really good day getting closer than normal to some of the animals. Being high up is not something I am used to, but I can imagine tall people get really fed up with people asking about the weather…
A tired soldier sits
Watching the tide rolling in,
Trying to forget.
This sculpture sits on the North Bay at Scarborough, North Yorkshire. It is called “Freddie Gilroy and the Belsen Stragglers”. Freddie Gilroy was a soldier in WW2, who participated in the liberation of Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. The piece was made partly as a tribute to him, but also as a wider war and Holocaust memorial. For once the haiku genuinely has relevance.
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