Posts about dusk

I miss London

…and I react with a start every time I realize how long it’s been since I was last there.

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Wild red stags

Driving back from Tongue, on the far north coast of Scotland, our journey through part of the most remote areas of the Highlands coincided with dusk. Wild deer come down from the hills at this time of night to make their way to the water of the lochs.

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Red stags at dusk

Driving back from Tongue, on the far north coast of Scotland, our journey through part of the most remote areas of the Highlands coincided with dusk. Wild deer come down from the hills at this time of night to make their way to the water of the lochs. On seeing them crossing the road a […]

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Red stags at dusk

Driving back from Tongue, on the far north coast of Scotland, our journey through part of the most remote areas of the Highlands coincided with dusk. Wild deer come down from the hills at this time of night to make their way to the water of the lochs. On seeing them crossing the road a […]

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Red stags at dusk

Driving back from Tongue, on the far north coast of Scotland, our journey through part of the most remote areas of the Highlands coincided with dusk. Wild deer come down from the hills at this time of night to make their way to the water of the lochs. On seeing them crossing the road a […]

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Cheb, Czech Republic

As we were so near the border when we visited Bavaria in October, we drove over into the Czech Republic to add the thirteenth country to the list of those I’ve visited. There’s not much in this region and in order to avoid paying a motorway toll – as we were only there for an […]

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Colour me impressed

OK, OK, I know: I’m a city boy at heart. But I defy anyone to be less than impressed when rounding a corner on a lonely road in the Scottish Highlands at dusk to be confronted with a hillside covered in wild red deer.

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Colour me impressed

OK, OK, I know: I’m a city boy at heart. But I defy anyone to be less than impressed when rounding a corner on a lonely road in the Scottish Highlands at dusk to be confronted with a hillside covered in red deer does and stags.

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Ponte Tresa, Italy

The border between the south of Switzerland and the north of Italy intersects Lake Lugano at several points. Here, just along the road from the small but busy border crossing at Ponte Tresa, the view north from the Italian shore is entirely of Switzerland.

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Melchsee Frutt

An old photo which I dug out of my archive. This small village is tucked away in the mountains above the Sarnersee in canton Obwalden and is where Jo’s godparents live.

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Millennium Dome, London

Continuing in the series of individual photos along the Thames which I took in 1999 for a City and Guilds photo course.

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