Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
There are many people who post Wordless Wednesdays, here are just a few that I know of.
https://cherylandrews.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/wordless-wednesday-7-january-2015/
Wordless Wednesday: Hinterland
https://anotherday2paradise.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/wordless-wednesday-froggie-went-a-rafting/comment-page-1/#comment-27375
Wordless Wednesday
Meg and I found each other a few months ago and she is a real treasure, someone that I feel a real connection with. Today she has posted about her journey home from her daughter’s in Queensland to new South Wales – around a thousand kilometres, and a ‘wonderful woggly journey’. She passes through places with names both familiar, Clyde, Glen Innes and Yeoval, and really funny like Toogong, Wee Waa and Cumboogle! If you’ve ever wondered about the real Australia, away from the big cities and famous beaches, come along on the drive. Meg’s photos of the landscape are beautiful, but her words on their own bring the places to life. Enjoy a lovely read. Meg, I’m touched that you thought of posting this for me, thank you, thank you dear lady.
For you Gilly at https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/
I hope you enjoy being our companion as we head home after solstice celebrating.
I’ve been away from home for nearly a month now. It’s time to head south again, on one of those wonderful woggly journeys that use backroads for maximum pleasure and that evolve as we go, sitting at intersections, reading the map and debating the next part of our route.
We leave Stanthorpe, still needing frenzied windscreen wipers. Ultimately our journey passes through Tenterfield, Glen Innes, Inverell, Bingara, Narrabri, Wee Waa, Pilliga, Coonamble, Gilgandra, Gulargambone, Dubbo, Yeoval, Cumnock, Molong, Cudal, Canowindra, Cowra, Boorowa, Yass, Murrumbateman, and Bungendore, before we head down Clyde Mountain to the coast. Other place names include Gum Flat, Staggy Creek, Sandy Creek, Gilgooma Rd, Eumungerie Rd, Cumboogle, Eurimbla Rd, Gumble, Shingle Ridge Creek, Woolpack Creek, Toogong, Moss Hollow Creek, Frisby Lane, Fox’s Elbow Rd. I couldn’t resist…
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I thought I would look back over the photos I’ve taken this year and choose just one from each month, easy right? Wrong, it’s taken ages to narrow down to one that I like, means something to me, shows a glimpse of Devon or may just be a little interesting.
So that was 2014, any thoughts? any smiles? any boos? 🙂
Have a very wonderful Old Years Night and I’ll see you next year.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for Lucid Gypsy, and I’d like to thank my superstars – exactly the same lovely people as last year!
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Tess http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com/
Sylvia https://anotherday2paradise.wordpress.com/
Madhu http://theurgetowander.com/
Celestine http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/
Issy http://isadoraartandphotography.com/
All my visitors are wonderful and I appreciate you so much, you make it all worthwhile!
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 39,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 14 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Let there be bounty
seeds and grains in abundance
for little brown wings
to spread safely through winter
and so reverse the decline
This week, Cheri Lucas Rowlands at WordPress Daily Post asks that we show photos of our interpretation of ‘descent’. We can take it literally, experimenting with point of view or take it deeper.
I’m going to show you the descent of my favourite rivers, six of them that all descend to the sea on the south coast od Devon.
If you’ve known me a while you’ll know how much I love estuaries, those liminal, transitional places that tap into our ancestral memories.
The first is my beloved Exe, flowing into the sea at Exmouth. 
A few miles to the east is the river Otter – and yes, Otters and even Beavers have returned to the Otter!I’d like to be able to photograph them. 
The river Avon is the furthest west, flowing into the sea near Bigbury, in the beautiful South Hams. 
The river Teign flows down from Dartmoor to the estuary between Teignmouth and Shaldon. 
The Dart also descends from Dartmoor to reach the sea at Dartmouth, via another of my favourite places, Totnes. 
Back to east Devon, the Axe joins the sea at Axmouth, with Lyme Regis just around the corner in Dorset. 
I’m going to end as I began, with the Exe. It may not be a mighty river like some around the world, but it’s my river and my soul is wrapped in it. 
You can join in with the challenge and see lots more descents at,
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/descent/
Pete Rosos says,
For this week’s Photo Challenge, stimulate your creative process and imagine which of your images you would like to see gracing the cover of a book, an album, or a magazine. Would the image inspire us to take a peek through the pages, listen to the music, or buy a ticket to the show? Would it strike a chord with viewers, making them reflect on or revisit memories of places, people, and experiences?
This calls for weird doesn’t it? or perhaps its just an excuse for me to be silly. So this is the cover of a book that I would never write!
What would your book cover look like? Show us or see more at
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/cover-art/
Last weekend I went to Killerton in search of some autumn leaves, but summer was still there, with loads of colour.
There was autumn colour to be seen at Killerton of course, but that will have to wait for another day, hope you enjoyed early autumn in East Devon.
This weekend coming is apple time at the National Trust’s Killerton estate, just east of Exeter. I won’t be able to make it but I popped out last weekend for a walk and found that the orchard was being readied for visitors. 
There was an abundance of apples, lots of windfalls and still many to pick.
Families were strolling around looking at the different varieties and children were given little wheelbarrows to collect the fruit. I sampled some Killerton Cider, quite dry and strong, I didn’t dare have more than a very small cup as I was driving.
The bit I enjoyed most of all was watching a dead tree being brought back to life and colour, being yarn bombed
Lucid Gypsy 