A couple of weeks ago we went up onto Dartmoor, intending to have a cream tea at the Two Bridges Hotel. But it was closed for a wedding. So instead we parked at Pork Hill and walked up Cox Tor with the hounds. Here is Pp when I made him look after all the hounds so I could take photos. I suspect Pp of being secretly pleased I dropped my camera so there will be fewer moments like this one :-D
Not sure if I noted here that Foster Carlos has now gone home. He had a lovely home offer from a family who live in a village not far away. They have a stream in their garden for him to paddle in, an exciteable terrier and a greyhound for him to run around with, and a big field for him to run around in, and they are an extended family including retired people and people working from home, so lots of time, cuddles and attention. I think he will be really happy there.
The view from the top was worth the climb.
Brythen being Very Good In A Landscape.
A few days later, we tried again. This time the Two Bridges was open, and we had a truly impressive pile of tea. But it was a bit chilly so we went inside where it was a little dark for quick photos, and I was hungry, so I don't have any photos of that. There was so much tea that the dogs had some too, and even then there was still cake left over at the end that none of us could manage. Rosie is a big fan of Victoria Sponge Cake.
The sheep had been recently shorn and dipped. They were startlingly blue. Rosie was keen to catch one and see if it would go well with Victoria Sponge Cake but we restrained her. They were pretty hard-looking sheep, I suspect that if she had come nose to nose with one she might well have found it tougher than expected.
After tea we wandered over to Wistman's Wood, a small wood in the middle of Dartmoor which is mostly remarkable for being in the middle of Dartmoor, where you don't expect a wood to be. Also there are a lot of boulders and moss, and low crouching sorts of trees which are quite atmospheric and would make a good film setting for the sort of film where someone ends up being tied to a rock and almost sacrificed with a ridiculously overelaborate knife.
Pp and Rosie on the way back from Wistman's Wood. Rosie is still considering the deliciousness of sheep.
A few days later, inspired by the amazing still life photos of the puddleshark, and by the fact that someone in the village was selling bunches of sweet peas for 50p from their honesty-box stall, I noticed a random selection of items sitting on the table and attempted a still life of them. :-D
Possibly one is supposed to choose the still life items, rather than just notice that the dining table has a Zoom Groom, a book and a box of screencleaner on it.... :-D
And here are some photos from our trip to the beach yesterday before I ran out of memory card. I am somewhat at a loss to explain this one, unless this is actually a Selkie Child. Do Selkie children wear wet-suits....?
And this is a dual purpose photo. I had intended it as 'Portrait of a Man In Search of Pokemon'.
Only when I got it home, I realised that it was accidentally also Portrait of a Man Who Went Swimming In His Pants And Is Just Realising How Transparent They Are. I am unsure as to whether the chap in the background realised I was photographing him, but I am pretty sure that he would be pleased that I only had a 50mm lens.
The next two photos are collectively named 'Dog Malfunctions'.
Rosie seemed to be being less absurd on this particular outing. It was unfortunate that despite several miles of sand, of the three other dogs on the beach, two were border collies. We had to walk a long way up the beach before I felt I could safely let her run.
She was very pleased when we finally did, and hared about like a loon, spraying sand over two ladies who had also walked a long way to get to the quietest part of the beach, and completely ignoring my attempts to guide her away. Then eventually she stopped running and came and told Pp at some length how much she loves him, possibly because of his sanguine attitude to issues such as spraying sand over strangers.