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Thursday, November 27


I guess you could say i've lived in Lincolnshire my entire life. This has always been my bricks and mortar place to call home, and it still remains the place i come back to. When i was younger we spent our childhood travelling around parts of France, we would come back to Lincolnshire for school, but my fondest childhood memories are of running around in wellies and shorts through farms and villas in the south of France, me, three other boys and usually a dog we had found and temporarily adopted. All sunburn noses and muddy palms.

I joke all the time about the fact that I pretty much live in my Land Rover, but lately I feel like that is a very true statement, and i like it that way. I get itchy feet pretty easily, not the kind that has me jumping on planes every few months, but the kind that makes me shift from county to county, rotating and visiting loved ones. It's no wonder I have so many friends spread out across this wonderful country. Driving around and sleeping in people's spare rooms suits me more than i care to admit. 

But, i suppose i'll always call Lincolnshire home, and there are so many wonderful reasons why i love to call it that. Lately, i've been itching to go to a little further afield, I feel like my next venture will be Ireland. Its a place i have never been, but my desire to buy an Irish horse has got me fantasising about going over there and learning how they school their horses. I am a typical example of someone who wants to set down roots and then rip them up once the soil becomes too familiar. Is that a terrible thing?

Cheltenham countryside day (The Open)

Wednesday, November 19


There aren't many places that I don't have my camera around my neck. A day out with me is usually a day with my camera too, and the other half is slowly learning (and accepting) that he's likely to turn around and find that i stopped 10 steps back to snap some photographs. Such is the life of a shutterbug. Which brings us to horse racing. Some weeks ago before a day out to Cheltenham, we sat at the kitchen table and had the difficult conversation of saying no to the camera at the races, and you know what? It's actually pretty great. Despite that sometimes i find myself in pride picture taking spots and have to silently lump it, but, i kind of like this arrangement. I have a real excuse to not carry a heavy camera around my neck and just enjoy the day.

After all that, you may be surprised to find these photos. Well since my other half couldn't make it this day of The Open, I broke the rules, took my camera and spent the day in all my shutterbug glory. The next two days of course my camera was left in its bag and got the weekend off. 

Oh, Autumn

Friday, November 7


I don't tend to have a favourite season. Each season brings a new adventure along with it and wonderful scenery to our countryside, however, if i were to pick one that made my heart sing a little louder it would be Autumn. Despite the fact that we have had a fairly mild Autumn this year, usually the temperate drops just enough to make everything a little more comfortable again. 

We can pull out our winter jackets, beloved tweed coats see the light of day again, fluffy socks don our feet and the evenings are filled with the smells of hearty food and fire wood burning. Standing outside wrapped up in the cold while my nose turns red, watching fireworks above me makes me more excited than it probably should. 

Arguably the countryside becomes more alive in the Autumn. The many shades of green turn into yellows, red, oranges and greens. Everything gets one last dash of beautiful colour before the Winter strikes and puts everything into hibernation. Hunting season kicks off and long standing countryside traditions are once again on the agenda for every rural dweller. Pheasants and game birds are caught and served in front of log fires. Dark evenings take over and everything gets a little more cosy. 

I can't think of a better season than Autumn, and i know i don't have to convince any of you otherwise. 

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