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Winkworth Arboretum

October 18, 2017

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Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?  Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—  While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,  And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;  To Autumn by John Keats

A Wintry Riverside

January 7, 2017

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Fifteen feet away, the wide River Thames rolled past, dark and deep and mysterious is the sullen-not-quite sunrise. Chantress Alchemy by Amy Butler Greenfield  

Mick’s Allotment

September 12, 2016

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Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing: – “Oh, how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade. The Glory of the Garden – Rudyard Kipling All images copyright Claire Shropshall  

Berkshire Summer Blooms

August 28, 2016

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“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval

Hiking the West Highland Way II

August 22, 2016

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Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. My Heart’s in the Highlands – Robert Burns  

Hiking the West Highland Way

August 16, 2016

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Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. The Solitary Reaper – William Wordsworth All images copyright Claire Shropshall  

Auld Lang Syne

April 10, 2016

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Some belated snaps from time spent in Portugal in January… All photographs copyright Claire Shropshall

Cliveden on Thames

April 23, 2015

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Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the sun Shakes from his noon-day throne the scattering clouds. Even shooting listless languor thro’ the deeps; Then seek the bank where flowering elders croud, Where scatter wild the lily of the vale Its balmy essence breathes, where cowslips hang The dewy head, where purple violets lurk. […]

Algarve in Bloom

May 6, 2014

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All photographs copyright Claire Shropshall

Down by the River

June 4, 2013

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“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.” Kenneth Grahame – The Wind in the Willows All photos copyright Claire Shropshall