It’s arrived
A white blanket covers the district, now it feels like winter, time for camera action then roll on spring.
A walk in Skipton Woods
It’s a fine morning for a walk if a little muddy underfoot, so we head for Skipton Woods, our path crosses over an old incline railway which connected with the Thanet’s canal. Following a well-worn route past several steep slopes, nearby the recently expelled…
The Bath Tub
Here I was sitting in my round tin bath taking in the view. mud every-where about me. There's not much water to cover my nakedness but then I am only two, so perhaps I can get away with it. Who's…
Such a different night
As dusk fell I watched a heron silently gliding to a small stream, a somewhat ghostly image almost prehistoric. Its almost a clear cloud free sky, with stars shining through the dark silhouettes of the trees on my route. The cold clear air…
Fahrenheit 32
Tonight my late night walk with Robbie has reminded me that the Craven Dales are sometimes at their best when the wind is in the east and the cold bites at you. This is a night when silence and solitude…
The Letter Box
Now I stand here waiting, once you fed me so frequently that often I became full. Full of letters and cards to family and friends sent near and far. Letters of love and romances, or mystery, some holding intrigue and danger.…
Not forgotten
So many have looked my way: once I was beautiful, the pride of your family, but now my neck is twisted and my skin no longer pristine: no longer that blushed ivory you so loved when we first met. My…
The young water buffalo
The young buffalo rocked gently as she wallowed in the warm mud of the river bank. Above in a tree a lizard watched her then he blinked and seemed to fall asleep. In his pea green coat he blended in…