Category Archives: Landscapes
Photography holiday in the Vendée for food lovers …..Oct 11-14
October is a good time to be in the Sud Vendée, a comparatively little known part of France, where I have been contentedly living for the last 20 years. The weather will be warm and nature will be starting to … Continue reading
a very nice crumble…
Time ravages that which has lost its use. That slow corruption is felt most keenly by the vain. Vanity is not a characteristic of nature or the inanimate which allows us to marvel at their slow disintegration.
…it’s a photography holiday..but not as we know it, Jim…
Camerahols are dead, long live Vendée Holidays. Just when I thought the time had come for me to perfect the art of selfishly lazing around a pool, a vibrant young couple, Matt and Emily Clark, have recruited me to work … Continue reading
Those damn waves flopping in all day…..
There is a moment in “One Eyed Jacks”, a film directed by Marlon Brando, in which the title lines of this post are used to suggest the boredom imposed by peaceful seclusion on a perfect Californian beach. As the words … Continue reading
Bull’s eye…
“Beware of the Bull” could well serve as a health warning against excessive trust in Government. Here, in my apolitical, if occasionally apoplectic, life it means what its says: be careful of the big, dangerous fucker who has the power to gore, … Continue reading
French impressionist..
Shuffling through recently remembered moments of pleasure is as delightful and difficult as choosing but one piece of patisserie from a dazzling array in the window of Pierre Hermé. Each time the eye settles the mind is already drawing that … Continue reading
From tiny acorns grow bloody great truffles…
This is Gollum, a truffling pig of some repute. I spent some time with Gollum and his master whilst shooting a feature for “D” Magazine (The best of Dallas and Fort Worth is the strap-line) in Perigord. On that particular … Continue reading
Brussels demand a green Xmas…..
September is long gone, but the leaves of brown show no sign of tumbling down this November although the lyricist would be happy to know that it’s raining. Wherever he was when he penned those lyrics, it wasn’t the Vendee. … Continue reading
Beluga on dry toast saves me a fortune…
The fingerless gloves, so redolent of Dickensian misery, would be just the job today. They would be even more the job if they weren’t fingerless as it’s the tips of my fingers that turn to bloodless corpse white when the … Continue reading
Bewitched…..
A beautiful November morning which magically transformed itself into dark, rain filled afternoon reminded me of Kingsley Amis’ dazzling description of a hangover, which I reread today in a blog that has become a favourite of mine, namely The Bully … Continue reading