I belong to the north west of England: I was born and grew up in Wirral, Cheshire; I have lived in Lancashire since 1999 and I work in Kendal. Over the past twelve months, I have travelled throughout the region, visiting family, commuting to and from work and walking the fields. I have noticed the seasonal variations and local characteristics. It has been an eventful year – my mother died in January and I moved house in March. My memories wind in and out of the images.
I begin with memories of September, the month of transition, a liminal zone between summer and winter. The sun is often bright, warming the middle of the day, before the still air cools in the early evening. Leaves begin to turn and fruits appear in the hedgerows. It is a perfect time for walking and thinking.
I walked during the afternoon of Sunday 21st September 2014 – a simple and familiar stroll from Crag Bank to Bolton Le Sands across the fields, onto the marshes of Morecambe Bay and back towards Carnforth on the towpath of the Lancaster Canal.
Sunday 21st September 2014: bridge passing over a drainage ditch on the fields between Crag Bank and Bolton Le Sands near Carnforth.
I know nothing about classic cars, but this was a jolly occasion which brought us out onto the street to wave at the drivers and to photograph their cars. I have no idea about what any of the cars are called or to when they can be dated.Feel free to advise me on both matters. The pictures appear roughly in the order in which the cars passed through the village. Continue reading →
We enjoyed a week’s stay in North Cornwall – eleven of us is a cottage. We were sandcastle builders, anglers, surfers, swimmers, walkers, readers, shoppers, eaters, drinkers, drawers and sleepers. The weather was Cornish – calm and azurite one day, opaque, blustery and drizzly the next. You never knew when the lifeguards were going to ban you from the sea. But a good time was had.
A dry and sunny spring day – a good one for a cycle ride with a camera in my pannier. I left Carnforth via the B6254, which heads westwards over the M6 and onto Kirkby Lonsdale. I had no intention of breaking any speed records and was not going to be intimidated by the slender wearers of lurid lycra who were bound to be overtaking me over the entire route. My aims were to soak up the views and the spring atmosphere and to explore evidence of local history in more depth. Ultimately, I had to be selective, as the Vale of Lune is endowed with an embarrassment of historical riches. I have not posted over half of my photographs and several places are worthy of complete pages all to themselves. But I hope you enjoy this brief survey of some of the highlights of this fascinating area. Continue reading →
Wednesday 1st January 2014 and it seemed like a good idea to go to Crosby and admire the beach. Despite it being cold, wet and windy, it certainly was. This is a magnificent place. I am not a photographer, just a lover of places, but I will try to let my pictures speak for themselves: Continue reading →
The sun is an infrequent sojourner in these parts, but he came out today, so I decided to explore Carnforth with camera in hand. As I crossed the railway bridge, an intercity express on the West Coast Line thundered beneath me: Continue reading →