Monthly Archives: June 2017

R and I have been in Dublin for a couple of days; we arrived home yesterday evening, but too late and too tired for me to think about posting anything. I’d hoped to process all my Dublin photos today and … Continued

Out flight home wasn’t until the early evening, so after diving into another rib-expanding breakfast and checking out of the hotel we went to look for things to keep us occupied for the next few hours. Having viewed the rather … Continued

After an excellent breakfast we squelched off through the rain to the National Gallery of Ireland – which only reopened two weeks ago following its lengthy refit – to see Vermeer and the masters of genre painting: Inspiration and rivalry, … Continued

R and I are prepared to go a reasonable distance out of our way to indulge our interests – one of which is the work of Johannes Vermeer. When we heard that there was an exhibition of his work at … Continued

David Attenborough type voiceover: Having searched the back garden in vain for the elusive Cinnabar moth, the photographer realises that if she is to take a postable photograph today she will have to find another subject. Deciding to visit a … Continued

Today’s good news: when I went out into the dark, cold garden this afternoon in an almost-vain search for bugs, there was a Cinnabar moth on the ragwort plant I still haven’t uprooted. The bad news: I didn’t see it … Continued

R and I had to go to Stratford today to run some errands – and have coffee and cake, naturally – and afterwards we walked back to the car along the river so that I could look for photo opportunities. … Continued

This isn’t the shot I thought I’d be posting today. Because it was chilly and the light was bad I decided to break out the light pad again, and after a bit of rummaging in the garden I cut a … Continued

There are some amazing houses in the Cotswolds – jaw-dropping even for those of us who live here – but I don’t think I’ve ever been quite as enchanted by one as I was today by Stanway House. It’s owned … Continued

She’s old now: just look at how battered and torn her wings are. But she’s still pretty feisty. When I spotted her in the butterfly meadow this morning she was being buzzed repeatedly by an equally geriatric male, but she … Continued