Another Monday meander

Monday morning, I am up at an early hour after having a rather lazy Sunday, I have good intentions to get out and about for the day.

The day is set to be cold and bright, so set about looking at train and bus timetables.
Just twenty minutes later my train tickets paid for online, my destination is Plymouth, a chance for some street photography and another excuse to walk around the historic Barbican area of the city.

I am travelling with minimal gear today, just the 100F and a couple of batteries, no tripods, no filters, Plymouth always offers plenty of photographic opportunities.

Arriving at the train station, the sun casts some interesting shadows around the platform, the day is under way.

It takes about an hour from Exeter to Plymouth, passing through Newton Abbot and Totnes, it is a very pleasant journey passing through the countryside until reaching my destination.

As usual, I head towards Plymouth Hoe, with the intention of paying a visit to Smeatons tower, the predecessor to the Eddystone lighthouse, which was painstakingly dismantled from its location on the Eddystone rocks and reassembled on land in 1884.
My ideas of taking some high up shots of the Hoe from the tower are scuppered by the site of huge fences and scaffolding surrounding the tower,winter maintenance is under way it would appear.

From here, I walk just a short distance to one of the many small kiosks offering snacks and hot beverages, a cup of tea sat in the sunshine will do me nicely for a few minutes thank you.

Sun and shadow will be a theme in today’s proceedings, a day where opportunities present themselves willingly, a day where I will happily just meander to seek them out.

My time here in Plymouth is soon over but my day will continue back in Exeter, where the annual Christmas market is now under way.
The early part of the week will be a good opportunity to have a more relaxed wander around without the weekend crowds while I take a few more photos.

Dartmoor days

Sunday morning, 7am, I am supping my first cuppa after arriving home from my nightshift, another week complete, the day is mine to  do with as I choose, that choice will be heading out to Dartmoor.

Camera packed and batteries charged, I decide against carrying a tripod, I want to travel as light as possible, a day for exploring without the need for too much gear.

Today’s venue is a favourite, with a variety of things to see, but it is the solitude of the place that appeals, it could be high summer and it may be possible to meet just a handful of other walkers here…. perfect.

There is a distinct coolness to the wind today, it is the first time I have dug my fleece out for a walk since early spring, even my wellies will be worn today, the recent rains will have made areas of today’s venue quite boggy in places, these places have some rather nice abandoned buildings which will look good in the sunshine that has just made an appearance.

The first thing that hits you with Dartmoor is just the absolute peace and quiet, no roar of traffic, just the gentle thud of  Wellington boots against the path,the sound of the wind and the rush of the nearby River Swincombe, the perfect antidote for the hustle and bustle of every day.

As with all my Dartmoor days, I will be searching for its treasures, not just the beauty of the vast open space but the gnarled spindly tree surviving against the harsh winds that try to break its will to survive, hidden fungi growing on a fallen tree and the textures of weathered wood and rusty fences.

 

Shooting squares

This morning I had hoped to make a reasonably early start for one of my weekly trips out with the camera but as I listened to the rain against the windows, I had plenty of time to make a decision on where to go.

With the rain set to clear around 10am, I thought a trip to the seaside would be the perfect way to spend a few hours before the wet weather made another appearance later in the day.
I arrived at Sidmouth just after 11am, many of the day trippers had already found their way to the sea front cafes and were enjoying their chosen refreshments before exploring the town.

With the tide well up, the strong winds were whipping up some decent waves, the sound of the sea crashing against the pebbles, then that prolonged sound of the smaller stones being dragged back towards the shoreline.

There is a less frenetic pace about seaside towns post summer season that I really enjoy, people are more inclined to talk, rather than stare at a phone screen, today being no exception as I chat with Janet and Les from Rotherham, on their yearly trip to Sidmouth, along with Pip, their Jack Russel, they have been coming to Sidmouth for 12 years.

As this appears to be something of a spontaneous day, I decide to delve into one of the less used  optional features of my camera, the 1×1 aspect ratio.
The square image will be saved as a JPEG only image but the JPEG engine on Fujifilm cameras is one of the best, so I have no issues here.

Adding something different to camera my days out is something I have done a lot this year and will continue to do when it is this much fun.