Ray's Photos

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Part Two


Wotcher Cock


Winter Coats


Woodland Cottage


Tracks


Happy


Golden

More tomorrow

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Flushed with success having come second in the Pub Quiz, I present another batch from mid-May in part one below, and more deep Devon from 2012-13 even more below in part two


Window Dressing


Big


Long Barn


Hope Springs Eternal


Ripple


Bringing it All Back Home

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Part Two


In Dampest Devon
Ivan's garden disappears as the Mill Stream bursts its banks


Litter
Alternative title: Spot the Dog Poo


Going for the Burn
The Scrap strides out down Henstil Hill, tugging me on


Not That New


Autumn Colour


Recession

ta-ta till tomorrow

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Continuing, in both parts, where I left off yesterday, but starting, for the sheer devil-may-caredness of it all, with the archival stuff from deepest Devon


Taking the Long View


Slide


Hide


Tree Calisthenics


Bird Gate


Party-Goers Crossing

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Part Two is back in May, and floundering a bit...


Spring Swirl


The Tracks of My Trees


Nodular


Back to MONO


Purple Raindrops


Thrill Ride

More coming tomorrow

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Another slug of Devon life (well, life in my garden and just down the Lane, as it happens) in May in Part One, followed by more wanderings in Part Two.
It's the way I sell them.


Gold Cross


Ball


Illuminations


Nibblers


Homeland
Radical tree pruning by neighbour has opened up this splendid view to the northwest


A Study in Scarlet
geums

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Part Two still isn't really sure when and where it is (apart from Devon, obvs)


Ummm...
Pretty colours, though


Putting on a Front
Shure Cottage


Broken Fingers


Company


The Red Bucket


Church and Flock

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Today's batch just could not wait for nightfall.
Here in part one is the Maytime contingent, bright and mainly bushy, if not always eyed and tailed


More Harlequin than Columbine
Yes this already went in the garden thread but I just thought of this better snazzy title for it, so there


The Waiting Game


Family Tiff
Duck and ling go their opposite ways


UFO sighting


Busy Day


The Road of Excess

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Part Two, on the other hand, continues to stumble around in the murk of a forgotten autumn / winter


Double Devon Mud Slide


Syncopation


Sacred Entry


How Rude!


Agricultural Language


Line-Up

tomorrow

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So, tomorrow has become today and off we go again, Maytime frolics first


Bos Boys


Insert Banjo Joke Here


Growl Softly and Chew on a Big Stick


Manufactories


Mean, Moody and Insignificant


Wet One: Tumult

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Part Two
In the wastelands of a Devon winter, I explore, among other things, the dubious virtues of 16 x 9, on a walk out towards Preston, to the north east


Remains


Ghost Riders


Across the Valley
Which valley, I'm not at all sure


Not in Prayer


The Lych Gate


Time for a Thatch
And Middleways got a big one, later that year, and not before time. They're down to the spars in places

That's all for today, and I won't be here tomorrow, which is a big day for me. All will be revealed elsewhere. As it always is. Where else?

[Rayge]

Part one continues merrily to May in Sandford...


What Time Is It?


Drift
Someone Else's Garden


Another Sideshow Attraction


Return to Sender
Scrap and I returning Elvis whence he escaped, more or less a daily occurrence at this point


Fronting Up
Peonies, geranium and snow-in-summer


The Bridge at Tree Root Canyon

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Part Two, on the other hand, is still stuck in the past, making the best, visually, of some bad weather.


The Old Rectory


Creedy Extension


Climb to the Clouds


Des Res


Flap
The youthful Scrap runs through the Community Orchard


No Picnic Today
Apologies for the camera shake - it really was that cold

back tomorrow, no probs

[Rayge]

Gloomy news about photobucket, although I'm hoping that having a couple of paid accounts with them will help.
Still, we can have Fun Fun Fun until Big Daddy takes the links away

Of course, fun is a relative term, and not one that would spring to mind if you ever met any of my relatives. Boom Boom
Let's get back to late May, days lengthening, Spring humming along ...


Contre Jour
They may be utter bastards, invasive and spiteful and relentless, but there's a time of year when stinging nettles are a rather beautiful plant


Ineluctable Moodality of the Visible
Sic


The Prefect's Room
Apologies for the arcanity of the title


Planted Up
Rows of maize in the rich red earth


Watering Hole
A little way south of Creedy Bridge, the farmer has taken his fence into the river, so that the cattle can get down the bank
and in for a drink, hopefully without falling over and drowning. Stupid cows


Elvis Has Entered the Garden
But The Scrap has him subdued. Phew! Rock & roll.

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Part Two
goes for a ramble around Deepest Devon. It's getting to be a habit


You Looking at Me?


Vanishing Point


Balance
one for the followers of form


Middle Henstil Farm


Sway
I may have had this one before – it looks familiar. But it's great


Ripples

[Rayge]

Today was an excellent and busy day with visit from a friend that involved much druggy and doggy high jinks – including 20 minutes to half an hour of Frisbee free-styling in the park! – but fun though it was, it's left me with very little of the day, and quite a lot that Needs to be Done, so this i slikely a half-arsed effort at best, I'm afraid, starting – and possibly, probably finishing – with more merriment in Maytime in Deepest Devon


Canopy


One Green Bottle...


Full Flower
Stinging Nettles is Pretty, part the second


Cooling Off
Finn, Paul the vicar's dawg, takes a break from chasing balls in the hot sun at auntie Ruth's doggy play camp


COYS
The garden celebrates Spurs' great season by wearing the colours


Paging Nelly Dean
The Mill Stream


Wasted on Horses


See, Look, They Really Are Pretty Plants at this Time of Year


Theme and Variegations


Boon Companions
Michael (named by Chip after her first husband, not particularly for any physiognomical resemblance, more because the
erstwhile Mr Chip was know to find the smell of rain on pavements - petrichor - to be more fragant than floral scents)
and Moley, veterans of several gardens, enjoy the sunshine

That's all for today, folks

[Rayge]

Fell asleep on the sofa, so now desperately trying to make my self-imposed deadline...Onward!
Getting near to the end of May in Part One


Pastels


Rob's Polytunnel


Brief Encounter
Scrap sorts out Kizzy, one of the plague of puppies down our street


Contractual Obligation


Salad Bar


Valerian

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[Rayge]

Part Two

continues its walk from two days ago


Pathways


Ridgeway Cross


Winding


Swelling


Nestling


Mooning

Phew! that was close

[Rayge]

In today's batch, part one details Maytime Mayhem with a high dog content. Not that the dogs are high – they're quite low, in fact: runty, even.
Anyways..


My Ball/Bone/Whatever
Scrap in (legitimate) possession


Wah! Gimme!
Elvis has a tantrum


I'm In Charge!
Elvis displays dominance behaviour. Scrap doesn't notice


Interlude


Waiters at the Gate


Cock of the Walk

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Part Two
continues to plumb the bucolic delights of the depths of my adopted county.
I mighht be a city boy by birth and upbringing, but nominative determinism will out. My three names translate as 'good husbandman', 'delver in the earth' and 'estate bailiff'. Yes, I'm Farmer Farmer Farmer, and I'm here to show you fields. Among other things


Contre-jour


Lean


Once Were Aristos


Rampant


Puddled


When Cob Goes Wrong / Einsturzende Altbaten


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