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Tag: Photography
Skipping and Gamboling.
Nothing says 'spring is here' more to me, than the sweet sight of newly born wrinkly lambs skipping and gamboling among the myriad of yellow dandelion heads in the Peak District fields. Oohs and aahs emanate from my mouth on a daily basis as I drive past this field and that, and see those little…
A “Stop the car”! Peak District moment.
Love Alison x
Ah!
Ah : Used to express a range of emotions including surprise, pleasure, sympathy. Yesterday morning I had to get up early and drive from the Peak District to Derby to take Simon to have his botox injections at the hospital. He has a condition called Dystonia which is a movement disorder in which your muscles…
AWE!
Awe! A feeling of reverential respect, mixed with fear and wonder...
Silent Sunday.
Love Alison x
Silent Sunday
Love Alison x
Babychino.
'Nonna thursdays' are becomming quite a regular event as I drive down from the Peak District every week to spend a day looking after my little grandson. Daddy makes Nonna a coffee and a little voice pipes up asking for a 'babychino'. That little cutey loves the frothy milk and there is nothing sweeter than…
Peak District Autumn Faces.
I hope you are enjoying the beauty and colourful scenes of Autumn wherever you are. Love Alison x
Silent sunday
Love Alison x
‘Twit twoo’
From the day I moved to the Peak District, seeing an owl was on my list of most hoped for sightings. I dont think ive ever seen one other than in captivity. Im sure you can imagine my excitement when i saw these two 'Little Owls' cosied up next to one another and clearly very…
Silent Sunday.
Lamb love.
I couldnt resist sharing some of the photos I've taken of lambs cosying up to each other. Im sure just like me, you are longing once again to relish in the freedom of hugging friends and family members, that you have had to distance yourself from over the last couple of months. Â Human touch is…
Silent Sunday.
Silent sunday.
Emily’s Autumn.
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Poem by  - Emily Dickinson Photo by  -…
Its raining conkers!
Are you feeling autumnal yet?  Have you smelt that wonderful smell that tells you that Autumn is on its way, as the weather starts to change and the leaves begin to fall.  I sometimes wonder if it's just me, or do other people  'smell'  the arrival of this wonderfully colourful season. In autumn last year…
Rosettes and Waggy Tails!
It was so lovely to wake up to a glorious, sunny Peak District day yesterday as The 'Lord of the Manor' and I, with Jess in tow, were off to the Hartington Country Show. Â Well I guess having been here for 7 months now, a country show was a must to make us feel like…
Primroses in the Peaks.
My mind was suddenly awash with memories and a real sense of joy.
Lambs in the Peaks.
The days are getting lighter and longer, and row upon row of daffodils, like long-legged ladies in bonnets are swaying from side to side in the easterly wind. However, Â nothing says 'Spring is coming' more to me than the arrival of adorable fluffy white lambs in the fields. Â I've always got my camera at the…
Chickens at the windows
I have always enjoyed keeping a couple of hens, they make even a small garden a much more interesting place, and these two girls, (originally three until Mr. Fox did his worst) have kept me very amused and entertained over the last few years. Â Now, having been brought up in a small city garden,…
Peacock in the Peaks.
Don't you just love those unexpected moments in life when something, well, totally unexpected happens? Â This morning was one of those moments. Â Having just watched a buzzard swooping and gliding through the sky and loving the new experience, a loud hooting was heard coming from the garden so off I dashed camera in hand. I…
Happiness is like a Butterfly.
Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, It will come and sit softly on your shoulder. 'Henry David Thoreau' Love Alison.
Teapot in the Peaks.
You may remember a post I wrote a while ago entitled. Who sacked the Teapot? I loved writing it but didn't have any really good photos to share along with the post.  That same teapot, (as it reminds me of days gone by) made the journey safely to the Peak District with me and is hanging…
Autumn’s​ finale.
As bronze tipped gold and copper snow...
Through rose tinted glasses. 