
And well they might do! They had escaped into the wood from an adjoining field.
—Stephen G. Hipperson—
And well they might do! They had escaped into the wood from an adjoining field.
—Stephen G. Hipperson—
It occurs to me this would be the equivalent of a ‘potential barn conversion’ to fairies or other little folk.
—Stephen G. Hipperson—-
An oven created in an area used by local charcoal makers.
—Stephen—
—Stephen—
I was out on my bicycle this morning. I’d looked at the map before I started out and thought I had a fair idea of the route. But when I found myself on a main A road it was clear I’d taken a wrong turn somewhere. I turned off the road at the next available turning in the direction I wanted to go. Although it was signposted as a cul-de-sac, I decided to venture forth – it’s often the case that the country roads round here end up as a permissive farm track of some form or other. I happened upon an old guy walking his dog and stopped to ask if I could get through to a road if I continued down the track – he gave me directions, this way and that and up the hill and then take a sharp left down the concrete road. I continued on my way after thanking him and wishing him a good walk. When I saw this scene, with the leaf covered track and Autumn colours, I just had to stop and take a shot. I think you can guess I was quite pleased to take a wrong turn. (The full size version shows evident of camera shake – a body trying to hold a camera still isn’t going to be helped by a racing heart that’s trying to push blood through older arteries!)
—Stephen—
Taking a short cut through a piece of woodland – to avoid a waterlogged footpath – I found this old bowser rotting away in the undergrowth.
I must admit, I relish a reason to stray from the marked footpath – with a care to leave nothing more than footprints (but not flat wild flowers!), of course.
—Stephen—