The Walled Nursery, Hawkhurst #4

Last week was the 4th visit to the beautiful Walled Nursery at Hawkhurst for my camera and I. It is such a pleasure to be able to go back and photograph this site regularly; we are in the manic throws of spring here and, what with the toils of Mother Nature and the progress of the greenhouse restoration, every week presents something new to record. The challenge I have set myself is to try and produce photographs as opposed to snap shots of all this productivity.

Which ‘six’ of these ‘pixx’ should I have chosen? I just don’t know.

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The old glass
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Terracotta flower pots in a heap
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Behind the shed
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Bygone days
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The peach house is out of bounds
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Pretty colours and zinc
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Accessorising
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Left behind
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My favourites – often found on the beach.
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Curly
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Seed heads
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Through the wisteria
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I didn’t get too close to the bee hives.
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Fork
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In the gutter.
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Under glass
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Breaking out
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Chives
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The ‘wall’
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A test piece.
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Enter
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The structure of euphorbia.

 

Mayday 2017

Posts are pretty random at the moment as we have had a disjointed house move that saw us sell one without having secured another and therefore spending a couple of months in temporary accommodation. However, we have now completed the purchase on a new home and are expecting Open Reach to come and install our phone line and therefore our internet at the end of the week – we will have only had to wait nearly 4 weeks. Ggrrrrrrr!!!!!

Anyway, just because I have only been posting randomly from various open Wifi spots across town, it doesn’t mean that I haven’t been out and about, taking photos.

This first set were taken at daybreak up at Lady’s Parlour near Hastings castle on the West Hill where some of the dancers, the bogeys and some members of the public gather to watch the sun come up and have a jolly good dance about.

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Then, from 10am, starting at the Fishermans’ Museum, the procession passes, loudly and joyously, through the narrow roads of the old town and back up the hill towards the castle where Morris Dancers from all around the world perform in some sort of Folk dance off before the Jack is slayed around 3pm.

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