If we want to go on living on this planet, we have to care for our environment and the wildlife. Please feed the birds in your garden and provide water.

Can you see the ghosts and the fairies, the witches and the vampires and all sorts of other mysterious creatures performing their rituals clad in the torn veil of the ground fog?

Nuts, pears, apples and tomatoes from my garden. Red wine from the family vineyard.

Portrait of a baby seagull that I met at Lyme Regis (Devon, England) seafront the other day. He posed so nicely for me.

You cannot pick a basketful of greengages in the morning with the intention of eating them at lunchtime. The only way to eat greengages is fresh from the tree.

In a photographer most events – the momentous and the trivial – induce the urge to document and interpret what is happening. When Kay casually mentioned that she was planning to take honey from her bees, my brain switched to autopilot and made me ask “photo opportunity?” before I could consider the implications properly. Kay said “yes, sure, the bees won’t mind”.

A pastoral landscape photograph, this is the view from my attic window on a rainy morning.

It had been a cool night and now the sun warmed the earth with her kindness. I found these two snails huddled together this morning, hugging almost, on the path that leads to my front door.

Yesterday in my garden, I had cut the grass and was playing with my camera. As I was focussing on a freshly installed pot plant, I noticed a shadow in the corner of my eye. Not expecting any movement so close, I nearly jumped out of my skin but all was good. The visitor was “my” pheasant, the very friendly one, the one, who allows me to hand-feed him.

Roundway Hill / Oliver’s Castle seen from my window on a grey and cloudy day.