The A1 runs 610 kilometres from London to Edinburgh. It has been designated the A1 for exactly 100 years
A few photographs taken whilst cycling around London in late March and April as the year turns from Winter to Spring and as the Covid19 lockdown eases in England.
This photograph was taken on the 22nd January 2017 and was part of a project looking at what remained of the old railway that ran through the centre of Weymouth, Dorset. The line used to carry trains from the station to the dockside but no trains have run along it since the 1990s, and now much of it has been removed.
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Today I was cycling in the Bedfordshire/Cambridgeshire borders, and visited the church in Ashwell. Services are taking place again now and it was good to hear music drifting across the churchyard as I wandered around. As usual I was looking for the quiet corners and I found it with this upturned wheelbarrow on a compostContinue reading “Ashwell Church”
Still life photography gives you a chance to pause and think about the objects depicted. A few reflections on the former life of some old bike parts.
As a cyclist I have always been attracted to a road’s potential – where it starts and where it could take me – so I thought I would use my photography to explore this journey. In 2018 I explored the fringes of the Dorset coastline. I sought out country lanes that ran down to theContinue reading “Riding to the end of the road”
The photographic impulse. I have been taking photographs for a long time. What drives me on? A meander through my mind to try and find the answer.
On my cycle rides around the countryside I end up exploring many churches. Some of them are grand statement buildings with their towers rising above the neighbouring houses and trees asserting their authority on the land and people around them. Others are much smaller and self-effacing, nestling amongst the trees and tucked away from view.Continue reading “The corners of a churchyard”
The road narrows, grass grows down the middle and the edges begin to crumble. Potholed and patched, the tarmac gives way to loose rubble and turns into a dirt track. Gradually it spills out into a wide expanse, before fading away into scrub land. The scrub itself clings on until the cliff edge and thereContinue reading “The edges of Dorset”