Helena relaxes for the winter in Lympstone Harbour dry dock. Naughty Monkey left high and damp by the retreating tide. Don’t forget to visit The Globe: Thursday is Fish and Chip night. Horses are limited to 40 mph on the rural roads. [and on a completely useless side note; England has half heartedly embraced the [...]

For some reason today, this made me smile.

On September 24th 2009 the tower of the Lympstone Parish Church celebrated it’s 600th birthday. To put that in some sort of comprehension, that’s 6 years before the Battle of Agincourt, which, 200 years later, Shakespeare describes in his play Henry V. I don’t think that I comprehend that amount of time, so as a [...]

…between Lympstone and Woodbury Common, these sights might cross your path.

      Sunday afternoon and I’m walking in the drizzle along the Exe Estuary. It’s not raining hard enough to put up the umbrella, just enough to gently bead water on the right side of my glasses from the soft tail wind.       I am supposed to be at home editing stories or photographs, but I [...]

Possession is nine tenths of the law. Standing for 600 years Slipping into the River Exe Honor system flowers available in Lymstone Boat moorings in Lympstone Harbour Self-portrait in Lympstone Harbour

      Today was sunny again, after three days of constant drizzle. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining. I enjoy the rain, the gray days sitting inside, looking out the window and dreaming. But I also enjoy, after the rain, the wide pale blue sky, with a dot of a sun, straining to warm [...]

My grandmother, who is 93, lives in the town of Budleigh Salterton. Studly Balterton is what we called it as children. The beach of this sleepy seaside village is completely covered in stones. It makes a strange noise when the small waves rush up on the shore, something similar to a maraka, or one of [...]

“I just got our of prison this morning.” He said, with breath like rubbing alcohol. On four seperate occasions he told me his name was Gary Cooper, and held out four wiggling fingers sticking out from a cast for me to shake. The piece of paper Mr. Cooper held in his hand, when he accosted [...]

John “Can you say that I’m almost 90?” in Lympstone, Devon, England. Visit a-portrait-a-day.com

Keith beside the stream that runs through Lympstone, Devon, England. Visit a-portrait-a-day.com

Debbie working in the Lympstone Post Office, Devon, England. Visit a-portrait-a-day.com