This one's especially nice with the reflection, don't you think? You've made it seem rather eerie and atmospheric. It reminds me of that bbc 1970s 'Warning to the Curious' with Peter Vaughan scrabbling about after the crown. What could be lurking about in the undergrowth..
It was very much a case of that Rhiannon. Not only that but the whole place feels like a weird mixture of being in an Alan garner novel mixed with ancient Dorset county council dog walking territory.
Hmm so you're alright slipping into another reality as long as you watch where you put your feet.
Do you know I was just looking at the map and it's in an interesting place isn't it. (I mean trying to ignore its modern setting of being next to a big estate of houses.) Because it's right between the river Stour (and moors river) and the river Avon, where they start narrowing together before they meet to come out in the sea - it's on a funny little narrow bit of land. And the two rivers are county boundaries today, and maybe they were boundaries then. And it looks all heathy round there, I do think they're a bit weird in themselves as habitats go. Shakespeare's blasted heath and all that. I like heaths. anyway I'm rambling, it's a bit early in the morning to get so carried away :)
But your photos must be good if they evoke all sorts of things.
This one's especially nice with the reflection, don't you think? You've made it seem rather eerie and atmospheric. It reminds me of that bbc 1970s 'Warning to the Curious' with Peter Vaughan scrabbling about after the crown. What could be lurking about in the undergrowth..
That's a great picture. Very impressive looking barrow too.
It was very much a case of that Rhiannon. Not only that but the whole place feels like a weird mixture of being in an Alan garner novel mixed with ancient Dorset county council dog walking territory.
Hmm so you're alright slipping into another reality as long as you watch where you put your feet.
Do you know I was just looking at the map and it's in an interesting place isn't it. (I mean trying to ignore its modern setting of being next to a big estate of houses.) Because it's right between the river Stour (and moors river) and the river Avon, where they start narrowing together before they meet to come out in the sea - it's on a funny little narrow bit of land. And the two rivers are county boundaries today, and maybe they were boundaries then. And it looks all heathy round there, I do think they're a bit weird in themselves as habitats go. Shakespeare's blasted heath and all that. I like heaths. anyway I'm rambling, it's a bit early in the morning to get so carried away :)
But your photos must be good if they evoke all sorts of things.