Finding Tennyson

Finding Tennyson

Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home....
September Roundup

September Roundup

At the end of each month I like to review the photos I have taken both on my iPhone 6s and my ‘grown up’ camera, a gift from my husband on my 60th birthday, which marked the real start of my creative journey. This serves two purposes. Firstly I can weed...

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