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Last months in Lincolnshire

I have learned more about my relationship with mountains by 11 years living in Lincolnshire than I ever did when I lived in the mountains.

Last months in Lincolnshire
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Went to mow the meadow

Is this an essay about solastalgia, automation, landscape, history, or just a little tale about a walker and an owl? I don’t know, but I hope you enjoy reading it. Nine o’clock on a midsummer’s evening, and I hike through farmland that had once been the grounds

Went to mow the meadow
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Five images from this week’s walks

It’s been a week of colour after a monochrome month. Each morning, before I have breakfast and start work for the day, I drag myself out of bed and walk five miles around my local footpaths. I began this habit two years ago, and have kept it up – it’

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The Poet, embracing infinity

Yesterday, I succeeded in creating an image I’ve been visualising for several years. Since 2014, I’ve been fascinated by a local landmark that makes an excellent photographic subject. It’s a magnificent dead tree, a skeleton monument isolated in the middle of the Gunby parkland. Over the years

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