A wander around Chandni Chowk, the little plant centre and then tea and cake – courgette and avocado, no photo sorry.
The café looks across to the castle, home to the Earl and Countess of Devon.
Now if they could have just move the cars and arranged for the deer to be at the fence . . .
Day 9 of Becky’s December square challenge, I haven’t managed each day, but she doesn’t mind. Today’s popped up by chance while I was at Powderham farm shop. I don’t think he knows whether it’s dawn or not though.
But he’s quite funky.
Becky has a clock today, along with some more metery things!
. . . in time from 1830 to 2018,
no wonder she looks so confused!
Becky’s in the blues today, in a good way that is, but she doesn’t know what time it is.
This photo was going to be my Wordless Wednesday, but I realised how it marked the passing of time.
When I was in my teens, I remember the archaeological dig in front of the cathedral, but I didn’t realise the significance of the Roman baths they exposed and then covered over. Now I wish I’d taken more notice. A few years ago, the city made a bid for lottery funding to open up the baths, but it failed, so I don’t suppose I’ll get to see them.
Becky has glowing square sunsets today!
Or perhaps one of my two favourites.
Last week I was really happy to go on to the moors with my two American friends. I really wish I’d taken my camera, but my phone as always was better than nothing.
late afternoon – after cream tea and the mist was settling.
I wonder if anyone knows where I was?
I’ll post some more in a day or two.
Wandering through Cathedral Close last night with friends, I showed the Californian One the outer door to the Bishops Palace. As it was closed, I put my nose up to the ancient wood and this is what I saw through the gap.
Of course, I had to add it as a last minute entry to Tina’s Lens-Artist challenge, doors and doorways.
I’m missing lots of wonderful blogs posts! Apologies to those of you who I haven’t visited for a while, the last month has been full on crazy, but in a good way.
Here’s a photo from a trip to Dartmoor yesterday.
The light was lovely, then, as often happens up there, the mist arrived an hour later.
Made for a diamond jubilee
and more than 120 years old, I thought it was a vodka bottle at first!
Some people are just so clever.