After the rising tide halted my zawn hunting at Land's End I drove along the south coast to the little village of Treen to photograph the Logan Rock. Logans are boulders that wobble (but they...
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Driving from Dartmoor to Cornwall took me through familiar territory. I drove through the towns and villages where school friends lived, past my old secondary school in Callington and then, on...
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Let me just say that I do not advise putting your head into a spouting gloup. Gloup is a Scottish word for a blowhole, I like it better than plain blowhole but I think there might be better...
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This is one of my favourite places and has been since I was a small child. I'm really pleased that it's being so well looked after and managed as a community woodland so that many more small...
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Video is going to be a steep learning curve. I take back every criticism I yelled at any TV presenter. It turns out that talking sense to a camera is preternaturally difficult. I need to shoot a...
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Five cosy nights in the van, 600 miles driven, 10 tors climbed, two logans rocked, one mire sunk-into, four beaches wandered, two pasties and four saffron buns consumed and sixteen rolls of film...
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