11 days to go…. Simple…

DSC_2088-EditPrints are in situ and now all I need to do is arrange where the hell I’m going to hang them all… The nerves are kicking in slightly and I’ve got so much to do. Best I sit here have a beer and edit a photo from a couple of weeks ago in the Chalke Valley then… I am so my own worst enemy…

I WILL have them in place and everything’s going to be amazing! ;o)

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Manual 365/251 Almost timeless…

DSC_4336-Edit.jpgIn the western corner of Wiltshire, there is a small village called Kilmington. It’s a big place in my world because that’s where my father was raised and where his mother and grandmother lived when I was a small boy. One thing I remember is the little brook that used to flow alongside the road and me, together with my sister and cousins used to play in that brook, it was always cold, clear and fast flowing and it used to disappear back underground. I now know that it’s actually the source of the River Wylye, the first river I fished for Trout on (and got a bollocking for using bread and not fly) and the inspiration for the Wylye Valley Art Trail of which I’ve been offered the chance to exhibit some of my photos at and last night I managed to arrange a venue… So, in celebration of that fact, tonight’s shot is the River Wylye as it meanders (And it does meander, it’s a proper West Country river) through Kingston Deverill.

Peace Peeps!x