The girl I love had an anniversary to celebrate and as she hasn't visited the west country much and she is a big fun of crystals, fairies and new-age tat, there seemed an obvious place we could visit if we took a couple of days away:
This one - the Tor from the Avalon Orchard - feels like it's just a couple of filters away from being a
Phil Rickman cover.
Scabious and Cheddar. I think it's Scabious, anyways. It's definitely Cheddar.
Another photo of everyone's favourite cheesy tourist spot. That afternoon we went caving.
herecirm, being small and tough, is super-good at caving. Being large and increasingly portly, I really am not. My shoulders still feel like a potato that got mashed.
After a couple of days away, we came home via the New Forest and as we had a few hours in hand we took a little circuit around the national park and met some of the ponies living there. New Forest ponies in the evening light turn out to be tremendously photogenic:
This little group backlit themselves beautifully.
Chestnut baby horse.
A small pony among the blooming heather.
Herd in the background.
I never met anybody I was more keen to celebrate than this one.