The Bluebell by Anne Bronte. A fine and subtle spirit dwellsIn every little flower,Each one its own sweet feeling breathesWith more or less of power. There is a silent eloquenceIn every wild bluebellThat fills my softened heart with blissThat words could never tell. Yet I recall not long agoA bright and sunny day,'Twas when I led… Continue reading “When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts.”
I missed the best of the blossom, the bluebells, the wisteria but thankfully still managed to capture some butterflies this year. Is it just me or does being outside seem all the sweeter now. Like everything is brighter, bolder, more buzzy. Yesterday we went for a walk in the countryside and there were insects galore… Continue reading My Weekend Photo – Featuring Boats And Butterflies.
As I pulled back the curtains and spotted the rain, I knew exactly what we should do - hit the beach, of course. It took me some time to convince Freya that it was the Best Idea Ever but eventually she got on board and we had a lovely time on an almost empty Sheringham… Continue reading My Weekend Photo – Featuring The Beach.
My brother recently sent me a lens ball after his friend showed him some photos he had taken using one. I've always been intrigued by them and the kind of photos you can take with them but never really thought of getting one for myself. I was very excited when he told me I had one… Continue reading My Weekend Photo – Featuring A Lens Ball.
After The Rain 