Lost in a landscape: Little Snoring

Lost in a landscape: Little Snoring

Lost in a landscape

When you drive you travel along the edges of things, where modern life has built a wall along the edge of the land, the tall banks, berms and tree lines of the A roads and motorways where the litter and pieces of spent tyre lie in the dust. The piles of scrapings...
Vanishing point: Courcelette

Vanishing point: Courcelette

Vanishing Points

I’ve been fortunate at times out on the front, walking the levelled trenches, across the flattened shell holes and in the regrown woods. You meet people, some you know via the curious enmeshed world of social media, shared interests in a shared space eventually...
Waterland: Strumpshaw fen

Waterland: Strumpshaw fen

Lost in a landscape

There is something mysterious and magical about the Broads. I’ve idled a fair while in the past sitting in a boat, the idiot at the other end of the line from the maggot or more correctly a dead lamprey or smelt when I used to fish. It’s basically trying...
Through Glass: Dartmoor

Through Glass: Dartmoor

Through glass

Another set of odd negatives and plates I received a while ago via a very old friend Dave Guttridge. Dave is a photographer, musician and DJ by trade and also has an interest in the past, in particular shellac and the art of the gramophone. He found these while...
Black Dogs: The Wisht Hunt of Dartmoor

Black Dogs: The Wisht Hunt of Dartmoor

Black Dog Tales, Guest writers

A guest post from Stephen on the nature of the Wild Hunts of Dartmoor. ‘The spectre pack which hunts over Dartmoor is called the “wish hounds” and the black “master” who follows the chase is no doubt the same who has left his mark on Wistman’s Wood’ – The...
Lost in a Landscape: Weeting pathways

Lost in a Landscape: Weeting pathways

Lost in a landscape

We’ve been here before. Scrambling about in the past and the past is somehow where this piece of Breckland always feels like it is frozen. We took our children to run around the ridges around the holes in the landscape and down into the belly of the Brecks deep...
Coasting: Kelling and Salthouse

Coasting: Kelling and Salthouse

Coasting, Lost in a landscape

Kelling and Salthouse The weather opened up and glimmered for 24 hours in between the crushing Atlantic low we seem to have chained together coming at us at the moment, so we went for a wander along the shingle between Kelling and Salthouse, a favourite spot of ours,...