On a hack with one of the horses, I noticed how pretty the little stream that goes beneath the road is now – the same one that runs through our farm yard. It comes down from our moutain, through the quiet forest at the foot of the mountain, past our well and through our pond […]
While looking through my never ending photo archive searching for a photo that fits to a quote I like, I came across these forgotten ones. I can scarcely remember the day.. It was a slightly windy but not too cold day in November 2013 (as it says on the folder title), and me and my […]
While I was in Surrey earlier this month, I had a day off and decided to jump on the bus and go exploring the neighbouring village of Ewhurst. Originally I planned to go to Shere, a village often used in movies, but I couldn’t figure out the buses. So I ended up half way, in Ewhurst. […]
A fog drifts in, the heavy laden Cold white ghost of the sea— One by one the hills go out, The road and the pepper-tree. I watch the fog float in at the window With the whole world gone blind, Everything, even my longing, drowses, Even the thoughts in my mind. I […]
Nearly two weeks ago, I woke up to a world covered in a thick layer of soft, fluffy white snow. It was a Friday so I had to go to work, but luckily the snow lasted through the whole weekend. So all of Saturday and Sunday was spent outside, working the horses in the pretty […]
Last sunday, the fog creeped in over the felled area on the ridge by our farm, and made the whole place look like a deserted battleground, or maybe the remains of a long gone forest fire. As my followers on Tumblr probably know too well, I am fascinated by all those wonderful photos of fogs […]
I took these photos one morning in late September, while showing my boyfriend’s family around the farm. The sun had just appeared from behind the mountain, the grass still covered in soft morning dew.
For most women and children at the farms in the old days, every summer had spent at the summer pasture for the livestock to feed on the riches of the mountain while their husbands and farm hands made hay of the grass at home. Very few families still follow the tradition, since modern techniques makes it […]
Yesterday, the fog laid thick upon the landscape, and didn’t disappear until the afternoon. The sun made the dew in the grass twinkle, and it was just magical. Too bad I was stuck at work and couldn’t go exploring the magic with my camera..