I hope you think this fits the bill,I’m in rather a rush tonight! I hope you have time to join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/forward/
I’m going away for a few days so many apologies, I won’t get to visit all of you. Be back soon!
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
I hope you think this fits the bill,I’m in rather a rush tonight! I hope you have time to join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/forward/
I’m going away for a few days so many apologies, I won’t get to visit all of you. Be back soon!
I really needed a reason to get me out into the cold at lunchtime and Myfanwy’s 100 steps motivated me! The building next to mine on the campus is the Cancer Care centre, set in a small garden and the walk through is often part of my midday stroll. I started my 100 steps at the grey metal gate and ended at the crocus.
Myfanwy uses her 100 step photo walks as inspiration for her stunning textile art, if you haven’t seen it visit http://chittlechattle.com/
As soon as I saw the challenge I knew this photo was my choice, taken last Sunday at a sculpture exhibition at, you guessed it, Rosemoor.

Would you like to join in this week? http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/02/01/photo-challenge-unique/
Myfanwy at http://chittlechattle.com/ began taking photos on a 100 step walk and several bloggers have followed her idea, it’s a great way of becoming aware of your surroundings. I’ve tried it from home and from work, and yesterday as I was at Rosemoor, where there is beauty in every direction, I decided to choose a particular starting point. Half way around the garden it changes its nature by going through an underpass on the A3124 to the original garden bequeathed by Lady Anne and bearing her name.
I walked 50 steps in each direction from here and saw this cute bird, part of the sculpture exhibition
Some well weathered and lichened stone
Plenty of greenery of course but I like this leaf
A sculpture with an interesting texture
A leaf with a shimmer, about fifty centimetres across
These are my favourites, I love the way the shadow became blue and I have no idea why, but I used my phone camera to take these shots because I was dodging the rain.
Hope you like my steps Myfanwy!
How do you capture an image that you could call mystical? My most mystical experience was at at ceremony in a temple in India, but of course I was too in the moment to think about photos. I might post something from Dartmoor as well, but meanwhile I hope this fits the bill. 
Look closely and you will see two boxing hares.
This is for Ailsa’s challenge over at Where’s My Backpack if you would like to join in.
Ailsa has highlighted that as we in the Northern hemisphere are entering autumn, those of you down south are enjoying spring. If you follow me you’ll know that I would rather be in constant summer. I’ve chosen to revisit Rosemoor to show you some of the pretty foliage to be found there.
Check some more entries at http://wheresmybackpack.com/category/weekly-travel-themes/
On of my favourite parts of Rosemoor is Lady Anne’s garden. She was the previous owner of Rosemoor, and in 1988 she donated her 8 acre garden and another 32 acres of land to the RHS. For this post I’m choosing some of Septembers loveliest flowers.
So, have you any idea which might be my favourite plant?
If you would like to know what any of the plants are, I remember most of them and I know a blogger who will know the ones I can’t recall!
I’ve missed a couple of weeks lately but I made it this time and early too. Julia’s prompt is ‘As the apple fell’ and I’m hoping she won’t mind that I’m adding a photo.

Repair Job
‘And this is our newest sculpture, perfect placing eh? We were lucky to get lottery funding,’ he said, puffed with pride, to the journalist who squinted as someone dashed towards them.
‘Ah, here comes the artist now.’
‘It’s striking,’ the woman from Gardeners Globe said, ‘I like the way the Raku makes it look, uh, well a bit rotten.’
‘Raku, I don’t make Raku, what the . . .?
‘Jim?’
‘I tried to glue it’
‘Jim?’
‘Thought I’d caught it but ‘twas wet see? Wet clay soil and I slipped as the apple fell off me wheelbarrow.’
The artist and gardener were equally flushed.