At last the ground was frozen this morning. Crisp crunchy sounds with every step and a feast of tiny crystal flakes of different shapes and sizes popped up here, there and everywhere.
Author: natamagat
Random thoughts from a French incomer in rural England.
Interested in the love/hate relationship between the English and the French (unavoidable), community matters (they affect us whatever nationality),
tourism (my original career with an MA in Tourism albeit a French one),
photography (images speak a thousand words, although only the good ones),
and words (mostly English words with a few French ones thrown in)
Pardon my Franglais if you will.
Hunting pink in my village
Never mind the rain, when the local hunt meet in the village all gather and life goes on.
If trees could talk
If ancient trees could talk they’d have so many tales to tell, stopping us on our walk with their stories, would they stop us in our tracks. “If trees could … Continue reading If trees could talk
Hooke Woods
Hooke Woods near Beaminster in West Dorset. http://www.treecouncil.org.uk/Press-News/National-Tree-Week-Nov-2015
No madding crowd, a tree
Walking around the footpaths in Mapperton, West Dorset, where Far from the Madding Crowd was filmed, a tree single tree on a hill, and in the distance, Mapperton house hidden … Continue reading No madding crowd, a tree
Tree week
I photographed this tree trunk a couple of years ago, then a storm came along, it is not longer standing where it stood for many years. This week is the … Continue reading Tree week
National Tree Week
In honour of National Tree Week – Saturday 28th November – Sunday 6th December – ” One sheep, two birds ” 2015 is the 40th anniversary of National Tree Week, … Continue reading National Tree Week
Lollipop
Walking past a gorgeous hydrangea with a tiny cover of frost, I saw a big sugary lollipop from a particularly fine patisserie!
Morning walk
It’s that time of year when the trees are silhouettes that let the light through the branches, the mist hovers over the fields, the sunshine tries to break through. Time to wrap up and hear the ground crackle under the walking boots.
Pardon my Franglais 