This is a post left over from when Loose and Leafy was a work of fiction. Later, it evolved into what it is now - a blog about the wild plants of the South Dorset Coast.
To make sense (in so far as there is sense) of these early posts, you may like to take a look at Esther in the Garden.
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It's not so much where you stand as the direction you're looking in.
When Casterbridge Pies relocated to Perth I could have gone too but I didn't want to leave Dorchester and chose voluntary redundancy instead. Losing my career was tough but selling my home and missing my neighbours would have been worse.
If I'd had warning they were about to start murdering each other and disappearing, I might have gone to Scotland.
But I didn't - so I started as a summer season Tourist Guide for one of the up and coming hotels in Weymouth, thinking that would keep me afloat while I decide what to do next.
So, yesterday morning, while waiting for the day to begin, I went down to Ferrybridge for an explore. (I'll feel more confident about taking people around if I know where all the public loos are, and the cafes, and can name the distant hills and some of the wild birds which an awful lot of people come to see but are currently a mystery - to me.)
I stood below the bridge. One way, I saw this.
I turned on the spot - and saw this.I went left out of the picture, walked for about five minutes and turned left again up a little bank
and at the top of the bank, I saw this.
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I crossed the road which had crossed the bridge and saw this.
I'd come over at an angle, so I was now on the other side of the causeway and only about five minutes from my starting point. (You can locate yourselves by picking out a nick in the top of the Purbeck Hills.)
The weather was the same. The sun was still shining. It was still a beautiful day. No storms were brewing. But by changing to black and white - I changed everything.
These four photos are of the same place.
I think this is like me and Esther. We were standing within a few feet of each other but looking in different directions, through different lenses. You can never know what people are thinking until they tell you. Not really.
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p.s. The man who was outside my house the other day has asked me to look after Ceres for the summer holidays.
p.s. The man who was outside my house the other day has asked me to look after Ceres for the summer holidays.
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p.p.s. Does anyone know why, if you click on some pictures, they pop up enlarged but, if you click on others, they don't?
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