From the same walk as yesterday, this is a beech tree in the woods above Beaufront Castle. Half way up there seems to be a creature – at first I thought it was an over-sized bee but now I am not so sure. Suggestions are welcome :
Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned. Just south of Milecastle 24 along Hadrian’s Wall there is an abandoned farm and outbuildings. Further south the OS map shows Hangman’s Hill and Davy’s Brig Well but the farm has no name – abandoned in thought and deed. It seems that until recently the house was used to store hay but even this purpose is lost – the floors and roof have collapsed and the interior is now fully occupied by broken timbers and the fallen stone roof.
The buildings sit alone in a field, exposed on all sides to big skies and heavy weather. There is no evidence of access roads or even pathways to the farm, it stands in absolute isolation (click on the images to enlarge):
Standing on the high ground above the Tyne Valley the absolute silence was only broken by the sudden swooping sound of a lone lapwing. This place and this abandoned farm resonates with a film I watched just a few days ago, Pat Collins’ Silence. A remarkable meditative film about loss, silence, history, memory and exile:
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes – this sequence is taken from Geraldine Pilgrim’s Dreams of a Winter Night, an installation commissioned by English Heritage as part of the 2007 Picture House exhibition at Belsay Hall. The final close-up of the bed not … Continue reading
Travel theme: Work – flightpaths vary with weather and atmospheric conditions. Some days the skies over Hexham are empty whereas on others, like today, jets fly overhead in virtual squadrons. They are mostly tracking northwest out of Europe, bound for the US. These two were both heading for JFK:
On the right – Royal Jordanian Airbus A340 JY-AID out of Amman
On the left – Delta Airlines Boeing 767-322 N1605 out of Frankfurt
The pilots are earning their keep and some of the occupants will be on business trips. As they work their passage, they leave trails in their wake, like airborne snails:
My wife is a Geordie. Pam speaks a language that, even after these many years, I sometimes struggle to interpret. She is a constant source of amusement and surprise. She does a fine impression of Kate Bush which, at its best, might shatter glass. She is a rare treasure:
The photograph was taken in Todi Cathedral. We had driven there from Perugia in a searing July heat so the cool shadows of the Duomo provided welcome relief. The bright summer sun pierced the dark interior as shafts of dusty light from high windows. You could choose your moment and step into the limelight – anyone could do it – the good, the bad, the rich, the poor, the loveliest and the best.