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Bandit country

I’ve recently been doing some walking just over the border in Sherwood Forest. It was humbling to stand in front of a tree that has lived for a thousand years.

Sherwood Forest Major Oak
Major Oak
Sherwood Forest trees
Sherwood Forest gnarly tree
Sherwood Forest gnarly tree
Sherwood Forest gnarly tree

Where the bodies are buried

Most of my professional photography used to be in black and white. Colour  and b/w convey different things that are entirely dependent on the subject and what you are trying to say. I have been through my archive and selected a few colour images that work better in b/w.

Big brother
Big brother
Model village murder scene
Model village murder scene
Dead badger
Dead badger
Swallow nest
Swallow nest
Frost ravaged roses
Frost ravaged roses
Broken Jesus
Broken Jesus
Meerkat boot hill
Meerkat boot hill
'We're tired of hiding the bodies"
‘We’re tired of hiding the bodies”

At the beach ‘again’!

On a recent beach walk I came across these patterns in the sand. I’m not sure what the black sand is, possibly oil coated sand?

P.S. Met a man on a different beach picking up “sea coal” for his fire. It turns out that the black grains are possibly coal.

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Random pic’s

A few random images from recent walks.

 

St georges falg in front garden
Front garden memorial
Mathew Flinders statue
Mathew Flinder’s statue
Ramblers stone pile
Rambler’s stone pile
Keep dogs on lead sign
Keep dogs on lead sign
Village store
Village store

We own the beaches

OK, Lincolnshire does not have the prettiest seaside towns but you can not deny that we probably have largest beaches. 

 

I went for a beach walk the other day and found myself with about five square miles of beach all to myself. I could not see another living soul to the horizon. This at a time when Cornwall is sinking under the weight of staycationers. 

 

It was the hottest day of summer so, I went skinny-dipping. Those who know me well will not be surprised at this. The sun was shining, the water was astonishingly Mediterranean and I had the beach to myself… or so I thought!

 

There I was paddling away when a head popped up beside me. It looked straight at me in a curious way, it was a seal and her two chums. There I was swimming naked with three seals. No pictures, sorry!

 

PS.

If you are wondering whether it was dangerous and a little foolhardy to do this, it probably wasn’t too bad. It’s out of the breeding season and the big males were most likely away on their own. If you find yourself in a similar situation never approach the seals. If they are curious let them come to you only if they want to and don’t be tempted to interact with them in any way. You should never swim solo (ooops!) in any open water and never if you are not a competent swimmer. 

 

Here are some older pics from Donna Nook.