I have been lucky enough to get permission to photograph the ongoing restoration work that is happening at The Walled Nursey in Hawkhurst. The young couple that have taken on this horticultural nursery have embarked on an exciting and commendable project to restore the 4 commercial sized Victorian greenhouses, the vinery, the orangery and the cold frames. My camera and I hope to be regular visitors, helping Emma and Monty and their team to document this
I cannot believe it has been so long since I was on the beach. The pier at low tide will always offer an interesting play with light, lines and space.
It wasn’t quite the same walking the orchard this week without the little white thing but the weather was fine and the cider brewery didn’t clear all the apples so the colours were resplendent in the autumn sun. It was such a fine day, we extended our walk up to the castle and engaged with the ducks who are always extremely outrageous but highly comical.
116 years in the planning, Clifton Suspension Bridge which links Bristol to North Somerset, traversing the gorge of the River Avon 75m above the high tide mark, was eventually completed in 1864.
This near abandoned bastion of industry just north of Shoreham (Beeding) was constructed at the turn of the C20th (history here) on the site of a traditional lime quarry. Unfortunately, with the threat of such a hefty fine and a seemingly active security guard, we weren’t quite brave enough to breach the fences and get some interior shots which I imagine would have been just as unsettling as the architecture and decay of the dominating exterior. The South Downs, being composed predominantly of chalk, are scarred, up and down the coast, with evidence of mining – although few are as imposing as this site.
I’ve tried a different type of edit inspired by a post from Lenscaper, although for different reasons. I’m hoping desaturating this image and pushing the curves will exaggerate the lines on the buildings and suggest austerity and a lack of activity. What do you think?
I’ve been wandering around my ‘hood and looking at the decay of the architectural heritage bequeathed us by Decimus Burton and the Victorians. Oh, they did like to be beside the seaside… beside the sea. Ironic that the very cause to instigate such grandeur should also be the cause of its demise – maintaining these weather beaten buildings is a relentless battle that is seemingly being lost at the moment.