Late August views from a Lancashire hill, which last April was resounding with the skylarks’ song.
The heather was much more purple than can be seen on these pictures, but nonetheless fading.
Late August views from a Lancashire hill, which last April was resounding with the skylarks’ song.
The heather was much more purple than can be seen on these pictures, but nonetheless fading.
In the Writing Garden 
Boy and kite pourrait être une peinture de Constable. Avec cette touche de rouge dans le bleu vert blanc de la campagne, le sujet très humble et intense à la fois. Dit-on de l’Angleterre ce qu’on dit de la Normandie : quand il ne pleut pas, c’est le paradis sur terre ? Ce qui promet une heure de paradis par jour en Normandie 😉 et c’est déjà pas mal !
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😂 Je ne sais pas si l’on dit cela de l’Angleterre, mais les Anglais disent quelque chose de similaire sur le Pays de Galles, qui est splendide, sauf qu’il y pleut sans cesse.
C’est vrai pour Constable ! 🙂
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Ohhh, la lumière😍
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Beautiful photographs! Looks like a lovely holiday was had 🙂 .
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Hi Sefanie ! Yes, we travelled a lot this summer ! I hope your move to Germany was not too hard (although I bet it was…) and your plants have arrived safely. I imagine it will be quite a change for the children.
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We will be going that way next month. Let’s hope for a day or two like that one you enjoyed. The purple of the heather is something of a stranger in East Kent.
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😊
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