A Week in North Devon...............

July 16, 2026

Sometimes life has a habit of creeping up on you. Back in March we thought that, following our daughters wedding in May, that we would be having a quiet summer. However, the fickle finger of fate ensured that the summer of 2026 was going to be rather hectic and in a very good way.

My brother Phil called to say that they had rented a a lovely house for a week in North Devon and asked if we would like to join them. As regular readers already know, “Carpe Diem” is our middle name. So, without a moment’s hesitation, we packed our bags, fired up Bridget and dialled Tillislow in to the sat-nav, as we headed over the Tamar Bridge to the “Dark Side”. For those of you who are reading my blog for the first time "The Dark Side” refers to Cornwall or, as the locals like to call it, “Kernow”.

Funnily enough, the quickest way for us to head for Tillislow North Devon was through Cornwall and on a glorious June day we found ourselves driving through the beautiful Cornish countryside. It was then that we realised why thousands of tourists flock to the south west of England for their annual summer holidays. We are certainly blessed to have all of this on our doorstep.

Now just outside of Launceston is a wonderful farm shop called Tre, Pol & Pen. This seemed like the perfect place to stop off for a mid-journey coffee and slice of lemon drizzle cake. You know it makes sense! As we sat outside enjoying our vittels I took the opportunity to capture the view.

Not a bad view over a cup of coffee and a slice of lemon drizzle!

Our team for the week was my brother and his wife (a.k.a Uncle Phil and Aunty Jackie), our niece Dani and her husband Harry and Aunty Jackie’s father Mick. No house rules except to eat, drink and have a good time!

Our hosts for the week, Uncle Phil and Aunty Jackie.

Now regular readers will know that the south west of England is prone to the odd spot of what may be described as intermittent precipitation (a.k.a. deluges of biblical intensity) so other than packing clothes that would accommodate all four seasons I decided that for my photographic needs I would keep it simple; the Leica SL2s and 50mm Summicron SL. This is an ideal package for walking around and I was sure this could handle the unpredictable North Devon weather.

RHS Gardens Rosemoor.

Now aunty Jackie’s father Mick was originally born and spent his early years in Great Torrington and one of his most favourite spots is the wonderful RHS Garden Rosemoor. Open Monday through Sunday, between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m., Rosemoor is a Mecca for all those who enjoy activities of a horticulture nature or, for those like me, a walk around beautifully kept gardens with an air of serenity and tranquility. Best to book in advance though, especially in the summer or during public holidays, and a weekday saver ticket is £13.60 per head.

Now Rosemoor is about and hours drive from deepest Tillislow so it would be remiss of me not to mention that driving in North Devon may be described by us locals as at best “interesting” and for those unfamiliar with the local geography and road conditions, might range from the disconcerting to the downright alarming!. Most roads are about the width of one and a half cars so expect a bit of manoeuvring and reversing to cater for the odd articulated lorry, bus or tractor coming in the other direction. At some point you will end up on roads that have grass growing in the middle (never a good sign and often involves driving past small cottages with a young chap sitting on a porch playing a banjo!…I digress) so, check your sat-nav and remember that when it indicates the quickest route, it is not always the best route. Sometimes slow and steady equates to sanity and healthy blood pressure!

As you know, I live in a monochrome world and am the first to admit that plants in general and flowers in particular are not at their best when viewed devoid of colour. So, there lies the challenge, how to highlight the beauty of Rosemoor without colour.

What a beautiful scene to start the day,

Aunty Jackie, our horticultural advisor, leading the tour.

A bit of thatch and a wild meadow - what is not to like.

As usual my attempt at getting all arty.

Something very art deco in this scene to finish.

Always a challenge to condense 5 hours at Rosemoor in to half a dozen images but I hope it sets the scene and encourages you to put Rosemoor on the list when next in the area.

Clovelly Village

Next on our to do list was the wonderful seaside village of Clovelly. When visiting the North Devon coast Clovelly is a must. It is both a beautiful and unusual village in that it remains in private ownership.

The Clovelly estate was originally owned by William the Conqueror, (whose claim to fame was that his name was William and a went around conquering things and not to be confused with the sport of conkers) the then king of England and is mentioned in the Domesday Book. It had many royal associations until about 1242 when it was acquired by the Giffard family. By 1370 ownership came in to the hands of Sir William Cary. In 1738 Clovelly was sold to Zachary Hamlyn for the princely sum of £9,438 (about £3 million in 2026) which was a fortune at the time but may be regarded as a bargain today.

Over a century later Christine Hamlyn Fane assumed ownership and in 1889 she married Frederick Gosling who was apparently very wealthy. Christine was clearly a determined lady and made two demands of her new husband. The first was that he change his surname to Hamlyn (because of the long association of the Hamlyn name with Clovelly) and secondly she requested him to put his hand in his pocket and pony-up sufficient to restore the entire estate. Indeed, many of the properties in the village bear the initials CH and FH along with a date marking the renovation of said property.

Regrettably Christine and Frederick did not have any children and in 1936 the estate was given to Christine’s niece Betty Asquith. In 1962, upon Betty’s death, the estate was inherited by her eldest daughter Mary and the family have been managing the estate ever since.

Upon arrival at the visitors centre you are warmly welcomed and requested to open your wallet to the tune of £10.90. Mind you that gets you in a second time for free should you return within 7 days. Of course, the reason there is a charge is that this is what helps maintain the estate in such pristine condition and ensures a wonderful day out.

For those planning to visit a word to the wise. Walking down through the village is steep. Walking back again feels even steeper! So, make sure you wear suitable footwear that can cope with cobbled streets and ensure your loins are suitably girded for a good walk.

Immediately you are struck by the beauty and tranquility.

The cobbled streets are part of the beauty but can be a challenge for those unsteady on their feet.

High Street Clovelly, just like a picture postcard.

Its approaching rush hour on Main Street!

As you would expect all the properties are beautifully maintained.

In our part of the world it is both custom and a necessity to indulge in a traditional afternoon tea of scones, clotted cream, jam and a steaming pot of tea. The Cottage Tea Rooms provided the perfect location. We had the usual discussion about whether to put jam or cream on as the first layer. Now, this is quite a contentious issue and is the only time that we would agree that the Cornish are correct about anything. A thick layer of jam provides an ideal base for an even thicker layer of luscious clotted cream. We see many amateurs trying to do it the other way round but trust me, the “Cornish way” ensures maximum reward for energy expended!

Suitably refreshed we took an opportunity to have a quick look around the Fisherman’s Cottage, Clovelly Museum and the beautiful St. Peter’s Chapel.

The beautiful wall at St Peter’s Chapel.

It was then time to head-off towards the harbour and it is fair to say that the road was getting even steeper.

Time for a rest and to enjoy the view….and what a view!

We eventually made it down to the harbour where we were immediately greeted by the Red Lion Hotel, overlooking the small fishing harbour.

The Red Lion Hotel looking over the harbour.

The Red Lion Hotel from the entrance of the small harbour.

The beautiful Mrs. C. taking time to reflect.

On the day of our visit a wedding reception was being held at the Red Lion Hotel. What a beautiful setting to celebrate a marriage.

Unlike gravity, at Clovelly what comes down has to go back up! As I hear you groan there is, for a few quid, a Land Rover that will take you back to the visitors centre. Fear not, the Chivs are made of stern stuff and no Land Rover for us. So, with our usual Churchillian spirit it was head down, loins suitably girded and back up the north face of the Eiger, sorry I mean Clovelly high street! All I can say was that by half way, my hands and legs were shaking and I said my thanks for the excellent image stabilisation of the Leica SL2s.

No stopping for a cream tea on the way back.

Half way there and another opportunity to get your breath back and enjoy the view.

As we came away from Clovelly I was struck by how much I enjoyed a day that allowed me to step back in time; a village devoid of cars and traffic fumes where everything is transported up and down on large sleds which are pulled by humans not animals. The wifi signal was also very poor so I had a refreshing break from the inter web and all the unnecessary distractions it provides. So, I wholeheartedly recommend a visit to Clovelly and enjoy a day of stepping back in time.

Dartington Crystal Factory.

Question to the reader; “What to do in North Devon when the rain is coming down sideways and you only want to spend a fiver a head?” Rhetorical question and easy answer, visit the wonderful Dartington Crystal Factory. Always best to book your visiting time in advance and the website will tell you the best times to book to ensure you see maximum activity.

If ever you walk in to Selfridges or Harrods and see Dartington Crystal and wonder why it costs what it costs, then after a visit to the factory you will certainly have a much clearer understanding of the term “handmade”.

Everything is handmade to exacting standards.

I love beautifully designed, handmade, ergonomic items and I guess this is why I am a fan of Leica. When you enter the visitor reception you are first directed to a small cinema, where you get a brief history of the factory and how it developed in to what it is today.

Everything is engraved by hand and he has been doing it for over 20 years.

Head Designer inspecting the manufacture of one of her new designs.

Turning, centrifugal force and an extreme amount of good judgement helps to shape the glass.

Nothing is left to chance. If it is not perfect it gets rejected.

You guessed it, Uncle Phil had to get in on the act.

We spent about an hour and a half in the factory and I found the whole process completely absorbing. Next time you see a piece of Dartington Crystal you can now be assured of where and how it was made.

Saint Mawgan.

St. Mawgan or St. Mawgan in Pydar is a village and civil parish in Cornwall situated some four miles northeast of Newquay. The village is nestled alongside the River Menalhyl in the vale of Lanterne.

For Mrs. C and me a visit to St. Mawgan brought back so many happy memories of when we rented the old Rectory and brought all the family together for a summer holiday.

The Japanese Garden had piqued the interest of Aunty Jackie while the local St. Mawgan Tea Room had piqued mine! I generally find that starting the day with a good coffee and a toasted tea cake is the way to go and on both counts the St. Mawgan tea Rooms excelled.

The Japanese Gardens at St. Mawgan.

For those readers who are still with me, thank you! You will already know my feelings about plants and monochrome photography. However, I felt that the Japanese Garden would have subject matter which I would find interesting, and I was not wrong.

I had been trying all holiday to capture an image of Aunty Jackie and Mick and finally, the Japanese Garden provided the light and the setting I was looking for.

Should you have both the time and the weather the nearby Mawgan Porth sandy beach and coastal hamlet is well worth a visit. However, as the weather turned and the rain reached horizontal we decided to leave that for another day.

Port Isaac.

Fans of the much loved T.V. series “Doc Martin”, situated in the fictional Cornish village of Portwenn, will instantly recognise Port Isaac as the village where the series was actually filmed.

Again Port Isaac is tiny and if you arrive by car there is ample parking about a 30 minute walk from the centre of the village. Do not attempt to take your car in to Port Isaac as there is nowhere to park and you will have a nightmare trying to navigate the tiny streets.

Word to the wise, the walk down the hill in to the village is steep so you know what I am going to say about the walk back…..it is not for the feint of heart.

Doc Martin’s surgery located on the hillside above the harbour.

Narrow streets of a typical Cornish fishing port.

The school in the T.V. series is now a restaurant.

Ah, the Golden Lion Pub, a perfect spot for a pint of the local Cornish marching juice.

For all of you who are partial to meat and pastry, a stop-off at Nicki B’s pasty shop is a must. I bought seven large steak pasties for dinner and it’s fair to say they were absolutely delicious. So if you are in Port Isaac and fancy a slice of Cornwall, Nicki B’s is the place.

Now I know you will have been saying that aside from the purchase of pasties I have not mentioned food and drink. Well, fear not, we took lunch at the Chapel and was not disappointed.

Another opportunity to capture a portrait of Aunty Jackie and Mick.

What a loverly day we had in Port Isaac and one to strike off our bucket list. For sure the walk back to the care was a struggle (I knew I shouldn’t have had that extra cream cake) but it was worth it.

Tavistock.

After such a great week there was only one way to finish up; a visit back on to Dartmoor and the lovely market town of Tavistock. Why Tavistock I hear you ask? Well there are two reasons; firstly a visit to the local Pannier Market and secondly our favourite restaurant in the South West of England, Chef John Hooker’s Cornish Arms.

The Cornish Arms which hosts our favourite restaurant.

Following a sumptuous meal at the Cornish Arms (I had scallops followed by venison) we walked around the town where there was ample opportunity to scratch my photographic itch as I broke out the 50mm Noctilux and went all F0.95. Why?…..because that’s how I roll!

The old church being given the full Noctilux.

Mrs. C helping Aunty Jackie choose some plants.

Old Grumpy himself, Aunty Jackie’s father Mick.

Enjoying the light and embracing the shadows inside the Pannier Market.

The lovely ladies who run my favourite hat stall - I believe there is a hat for every occasion.

Mick and Uncle Phil taking a stroll around the market.

Harry finding the shopping all too much.

Phew! So there you have it, a week in North Devon and what a week it was. My thanks to Uncle Phil for inviting us and I hope you have enjoyed joining us for this North Devon adventure and that I have inspired you to take a visit to this wonderful part of the South West of England.

Ah yes, as usual I finish with “The Bench of Contemplation” as I capture Uncle Phil, in the Japanese Garden.

Me and Mrs C, and don’t you just love my hat!

Well this summer certainly has so much more still to offer so stay tuned as we head off on our “European Grand Tour”. Meantime, may I wish you all good health, good light and lots of love from a sweltering Plymouth U.K.

On Her Majesty's Service..............

June 15, 2026

May 2026 was a most memorable month in the history of the Chivers family as it would mark the wedding of our daughter Anna to her fiancee Matthew, said wedding to take place in the wonderful Scottish city of Edinburgh.

However, as I had a role in this wonderful event (very proud father of the bride) I would be without camera. Hence, until we receive the formal images from the photographer, my blog about this most special day is held in abeyance.

Needless to say, it would not be a spoiler alert to say that a most wonderful day was had by all…….hold that thought!

Mrs. C and I had decided to arrive in Edinburgh a week before the wedding, so as to be available for any last minute jobs that needed to be taken care of but primarily to spend a few days chilling out.

Over the past few years we have become regular visitors to scotland’s capital city and during each visit we always try and see something new. This visit, we decided to spend a morning viewing HMY Britannia, which is now moored at the docks in Leith.

For this visit I decided to keep things simple and break out the trusty Leica Q Type 116 with its magnificent 28 mm F1.7 Summilux lens.

So, we headed to the tram-stop on Princes Street and boarded the tram with the destination Ocean Terminal Leith.

As we waited for our tram the anticipation began to mount.

Other than by foot, Edinburgh trams are the only way to travel and are efficient, clean and inexpensive.

Taking in the views as we progress along Princes Street.

The journey by tram is very comfortable and takes around 20 minutes and costs £1.20. You simply use your debit card or phone to tap on and then tap off. Of course, being a gentleman of a certain age I spent the entire journey humming “I’m Gonna Be (500 miles)”, that famous anthem from the Scottish duo “The Proclaimers”. If I knew how to work the technology I would have it playing in the background to this blog but you can do this via Spotify as you read.

On arrival at the Ocean Terminal, the entrance to the Royal Yacht Britannia is clearly marked. We booked our ticket online but you can pay at the gate. The cost for adults is £24 but for a couple of pounds extra, you can buy an “anytime ticket”. The ticket times are every half hour so if you have an anytime ticket you can start your tour on the quarter hour thereby avoiding the rush. I would allow a good 3 hours (including cake break) to fully enjoy this beautiful vessel.

Before boarding Britannia you will pass through the Britannia Exhibition which tells the history of this wonderful vessel in both words and images. I have captured a few below but allow me to give you the executive summary.

The yacht was built by shipbuilders John Brown & Company of Glasgow and was launched on 16th April 1953 and formally commissioned on 11th January 1954.
The ship has a length of 126 metres, a beam of 17 metres and a height to the top of the mainmast of 37 metres.
It has a gross tonnage of 5,769 tonnes and a draught of 4.6 metres.
Powered by 2 Pametrada steam turbines she has a top speed of 21.5 knots and a range of 4,400 kilometres.
She had a capacity for 250 guests and required a crew of 21 officers and 250 royal yachtsmen.

So that’s the nerdy bit taken care of so lets have a look at a selection of images from the exhibition:

Hard to port helmsman! - is that left or right sir?

During her lifetime she visited 135 countries, undertook 696 foreign visits and steamed 2,014,278 kilometres.

She always carried a detachment of the famous Royal Marines Marching Band for royal visits.

Mrs. C preparing to make a royal entrance.

As you board the vessel you are given an audio guide which tells you about all aspects of the vessel. I found this extremely easy to use and highly informative.

The ship’s compass. Any idea which way we are heading?

Once aboard the vessel it becomes apparent that this is more than a yacht, it is a mobile stately home with all its comfort and grandeur. Wherever Britannia visited, an invitation to attend a function on board was highly prized and rarely refused. Indeed she was a projection of the United Kingdom’s soft power and was indirectly responsible for generating billions of pounds of investment in to the U.K. and contracts for U.k. businesses; something our short sighted politicians failed to appreciate or recognize when they decided to decommission her on cost grounds…..hold that thought!

More a cruise liner than a yacht me thinks!

Whenever the royal family travelled nothing was left to chance. The on-board garage carried a Land Rover for the rougher terrains and when required the royal Rolls Royce Phantom V could also be accommodated.

As we arrived at the stern I notice a man standing at the end of a jetty preparing to dive in to the dock. Then I realised that this was one of the life-sized Anthony Gormley statues.

Anthony Gormley Statue - when I wished I had a telephoto lens!

As you walk around this beautiful vessel you appreciate the grandeur but also the glimpses of a floating family home where, for short periods, our royal family could enjoy some well-earned privacy and respite.

Even when travelling the affairs of state have to carry on. Queen Elizabeth was extremely hard working and in addition to meeting and greeting hundreds of dignitaries and guests she still had to deal with mundane matters of her government.

The salon where the family could relax and perhaps take afternoon tea or an after dinner digestif.

The state dining room. Nothing is left to chance and the table is laid with a military precision.

Below decks the various ranks had their own quarters, dining areas and rest areas.

Not too shabby - dining room for the senior officers.

Senior officers ward room - with obligatory bar. This was not a dry ship!

A glass of champagne or perhaps a gin and tonic or a dry martini - everything could be provided.

As usual our visits always included calories. Mid-tour we decided to stop by the elegant Britannia Cafe located at the aft of the vessel. I enjoyed a pot of Britannia Blend tea accompanied by a mature cheddar scone whilst Mrs. C ordered a ginger beer and a rather delicious slice of lemon drizzle cake. All this was enjoyed with fabulous views across the docks and beyond. We were very much in our happy place.

Whilst the family and their guests were made extremely comfortable, the officers and crew had what might be termed as “bijou” accommodation which became even more “bijou” for the lower ranks.

The Post Room - perhaps the most important room for the crew who would be away from loved ones for months at a time.

When you are carry the U.K’s head of state all eventualities had to be taken in to consideration so there was even a full operating theatre in the sick bay. In fact when Britannia was originally commissioned she was designed to double-up as a hospital ship should the need ever arise.

The sick bay with full operating theatre.

Perhaps the busiest area of the ship, other than the kitchens, was the laundry. This was a 24 hour 7 days a week operation. Indeed, some of the senior ranks might have to change uniforms up to six times a day to perform various ceremonial duties.

One of the most interesting areas also proved to be Britannia’s eventual downfall, her engine rooms. This area was always kept in pristine condition and would often amaze visiting dignitaries. One American president remarked that the engine room museum was spectacular but where were the actual engines!

We undertook a “virtual” tour of the engine room and below we can see Mrs. C with her virtual headset. It is so lifelike and immersive that they put you in a cubicle with hand supports to stop you wandering off and hurting yourself.

One thing you notice when outside of the ship is that the hull appears completely smooth and there is a complete absence of rivets. This was apparently one of the design features insisted upon by our late Queen who was determined that Britannia be both sleek and elegant.

Britannia visited so many far away places, hosted Presidents, Emperors and all manner of dignatories and was involved in crises such as the evacuation of Aden. Perhaps her most famous and saddest claim to fame was her final voyage when, in 1997, she transported our now King Charles and Hong Kong Governor, Chris Patten, on their departure from Hong Kong when it was handed back to China.

On her final voyage leaving Hong Kong Harbour.

An emotional letter from our late Queen and the then Duke of Edinburgh.

All clocks on board are set at one minute past three, the time when our late Queen departed Britannia for the last time.

Honi soit qui mal y pense - “Shame on him who thinks evil of it”.

Time to get a little arty on the way out.

Back on the tram, destination Princes Street.

View from Edinburgh back towards the Firth of Forth..

So there you have it, a morning spent in Leith “On her Majesties Service”. Britannia, that fine old lady, still sits in the Ocean with grace and majesty. Everyone has their view about the Royal Family and my blogs are never political. However, I am a royalist and when you have lived overseas for 30 years you appreciate what our royal family do when representing the UK around the world.

However it only takes small minded politicians to take the vital tools of soft power away and waste that money on non productive items in search of votes and self gratification….but I digress.

The remainder of the week was super chilled and capped off by the most wonderful family wedding at the Kirk on Canongate on the Royal mile. As I mentioned pictures to come in due course but I thought I would end this blog, not with my usual bench of contemplation but with our daughter Anna and her husband Matthew enjoying the happiest day of their lives.

Mrs. C and I have a very hectic summer planned so stay tuned for more adventures. Meantime, best wishes and warmest regards from a hot and sunny Plymouth U.K.

Brixham & Beyond.......

May 10, 2026

Brixham & Beyond……

Living as we do in such a scenic part of the U.K., we are sometimes guilty of taking our surroundings for granted. However, Mrs. C and I are determined to continue to explore Devon and Cornwall as much as possible, especially as we have the luxury of being able to do so during the week and avoiding the crowds during school holidays.

Our adventures often start on the Barbican Plymouth, over a cup of coffee at the wonderful Cornish Bakery. My creative muse Mrs. C, deserves the credit for searching out great day trips and ways to “scratch my creative itch”……..and that’s not a euphemism!

A place that many people kept mentioning to us is the historic Devon fishing town of Brixham. So over the course of a week we made three separate visits to Brixham and its environs, Fishcombe Cove and Berry Head.

Each day, we fired up Bridget, dialled Brixham in to the sat-nav and headed up the A38 for the hour-long drive from Plymouth.

By way of background Brixham was originally founded as a Saxon settlement, being known as “Brioc’s Ham” and was recorded in the domesday Book of 1086.

The town is also famous as the landing point of William of Orange on 5th November 1688 from where he launched the “Glorious Revolution” to take the English throne.

Willam of Orange standing guard at the entrance to the port.

Wherever you look in Brixham you will find that the sea is a way of life.

As you enter the area around the port you know you are in a town steeped in maritime history. Like many Devonian and Cornish towns, during the 18th and 19th centuries the town was allegedly a hotbed for smugglers trying to avoid the taxes and tolls of the dreaded Customs & Excise officers.

Reflecting Brixham’s maritime history, the first thing you come across when entering the port is a full-size replica of Sir Francis Drake’s ship The Golden Hinde. You can have a look around the ship but at £12 a ticket for an adult I thought this was a bit steep.

Getting ready for “Nutter”, sorry I mean Pirate weekend :-)

Since the early 19th century the town had become the home of a substantial fishing street and by the 1820’s over 120 tons of Turbot and Sole were landed in Brixham each week. Today Brixham still remains the top fishing port in England and Wales by value of catch.

Lobster and chips - very much my happy place!

We were interested in exploring the nearby Fishcombe Cove so we took the opportunity to walk along the coastal path, via the Brixham Marine Laboratory. On the way we took advantage of this calm environment to sit on a park bench, eat our picnic and enjoy the views out cross Brixham Harbour towards the Breakwater Lighthouse.

We then took the walk along a section of the coastal path through Battery Gardens, ending up at the secluded Fishcombe Cove.

The Brixham Breakwater Lighthouse from the coastal path.

The view from the coastal path back towards Brixham.

A fine day to set sail with Brixham Breakwater Lighthouse in the background.

My little brother - always keen to model.

As regular readers will know our trips always revolve around caffeine and cake and the Chart Room restaurant and Cafe, located just off Fore Street, excels in both. It is full of memorabilia of the historic Cunard liners. This was particularly sentimental for me as my Dad and brother both sailed with Cunard.

What a location and view to enjoy a picnic.

Up above Fishcombe Cove is the Brixham Battery Heritage Group and Museum. As I am very interested in all things related to military history I was very keen to visit. Of course, the days we chose to visit were the days the museum was closed. However, a very good reason for a return visit. Entry is free but of course, donations are very much in order to assist with upkeep etc.

However, nothing is ever wasted and the walk back through the beautiful Battery Park provided an opportunity for some more modeling by my little brother.

He is a good looking boy my little brother.

As I have already mentioned all our trips must include calories and caffeine. Fishcombe Cove has a delightful cafe which provides very tasty coffee and the most excellent bacon sandwiches. Regular readers will already be aware of our family tradition of consuming one portion of pork product, in any form, each day of a visit.

An oasis - great coffee and bacon sarnies.

Fishcombe Cove beach - Sweeping views across Torbay with Torquay in the distance.

Mrs. C was unanimous in not wanting to get her kit off for a swim.

A beautiful little Cove and a great coffee and bacon sandwich as well!

As I waited for our delicious mid-morning repast, Mrs. C had climbed back up the cliff path to find a suitable vantage point to enjoy said vittles.

Hurry up with the coffee and bacon sarnies!

What a spot to enjoy brunch - Perhaps a contender for the Bench of Contemplation?

What a way to enjoy brunch with views across Torbay with Torquay and the jurassic Coast in the distance.

Another contender for The Bench of Contemplation?

Walking around the port to the Brixham Breakwater provides a view of town with a very different perspective.

THE RNLI Lifeboat Station - where we would be without these brave volunteers.

A walk along the Victoria Breakwater and out to the Brixham Lighthouse.

Fishcombe Cove from the Victoria Breakwater.

Located on the Victoria Breakwater at the entrance to Brixham Harbour is a lighthouse that was erected in 1916. It is very much a focal point from a photographic standpoint and standing at 6 meters and with a light range of 6 miles, guides the Brixham fishing fleet safely back to harbour.

A man is never happier unless he has his rod in his hand!

Our final visit to Brixham involved a detour to the Berry Head National Nature Reserve. We happened to choose a most glorious day for our visit. There is plenty of paid parking and the headland, surrounded by sea and with its lighthouse and Napoleonic era fort, is simply stunning.

The nature reserve encompasses some 170 acres and with such a diverse range of birdlife, I was kicking myself for not bringing the 100-400mm zoom and a monopod. There are all manner of finches, Cirl Buntings and out to sea Gullimots, Fulmars, Kittiwakes and Gannets. Truly a “Twitchers” paradise.

Views back toward Brixham and Fishcombe Cove.

The Berry Head Lighthouse was built by Trinity House in 1906 as part of a chain of beacons along the south coast. At a height of 5 meters, yet situated at the end of the point which itself some 58 meters above the water, the lighthouse has a range of some 19 nautical miles.

With all the walking around the nature reserve you will work up a thirst. However, fear not as the Guardhouse cafe is on hand to provide all manner of drinks plus hot and cold food. We already came prepared with steaming hot pasties but on our next visit we will arrive early morning and sample their famed full English breakfast.

The Napoleonic era forts at Berry Head were build between 1803-1805 and were designed to protect the Torbay naval anchorage from French invasion. The site consists of two main forts along with Hardy’s Head Battery.

Well there you have it, a very brief insight in to the three days that we spent exploring Brixham and its environs. So if you are traveling down the A38 en route to Cornwall, do yourself a favor, turn left and spend a day in Brixham; you won’t regret it.

Across the three days there were a number of contenders for The Bench of Comtemplation but I hope you will also agree this spot at Berry Head Nature Reserve was simply breathtaking.

I do hope you have enjoyed all things Brixham and that we have piqued your interest and encouraged you to pay the area a visit.

As we come in to May it is a very exciting time for our family as we head-off to Edinburgh for our daughters wedding. We are all so excited.

We still have lots planned across the summer including a visit to Paris, Florence and Tuscany so stay tuned for that adventure. Meantime, it’s Pirate weekend here in Plymouth so I am off to join the local “Nutters”, sorry I mean Pirates, to celebrate this annual event which is actually great fun. Please check my instagram feed for the imagery.

See you all soon and warmest regards from a very warm and sunny Plymouth.

A La Ronde............

April 15, 2026

We were sitting in the Cornish bakery Barbican Plymouth, enjoying a morning brew, when Mrs. C looked up from the MET Office weather report and said that today was going to be the only sunny day this week. So, we had better Carpe Diem and take a drive out for an impromptu expedition.

Indeed, we had been reading about a very interesting National Trust property located just outside of Exmouth called “A La Ronde”. So we packed a picnic, fired up Bridget, dialled A La Ronde in to the satnav and headed up the A38.

This particular property is quite unusual in its design and has a very interesting history. The house itself was built in 1795 by two cousins, Jane & Mary Parminter. The building is unusual in that it is a 16 sided construction which was inspired by the Basilica of San Vitale in Italy, which the cousins had visited during their Grand European Tour.

I was looking forward to capturing the building and its interiors using the Leica SL2S and the Sigma 45mm F2.8 dgdn contemporary lens. This photographic set-up has been growing on me and I have been putting in the groundwork for a planned summer trip to Italy where this combo would be integral. Hold that thought for a future blog.

The journey from Sutton Harbour was about an hour and as we drove along leafy Devon lanes I was reminded of what a privilege it is to live where we live.

On arrival there was plenty of parking and as we walked through the entrance we were immediately blown away by the view that confronted us.

The two creators of this property were quite unusual for the period and very much ahead of their time. The Parminter girls were very much independent, unmarried women, who travelled Europe during the late 18th century, during a time when travel for single women was quite rare.

Usually the National Trust properties that we visit have been gifted to the Trust in lieu of death duties or by way of a gift for prosterity. However, A La Ronde was actually purchased by the National Trust in 1991 as they wished to preserve its unique interiors.

Organisation at the property was first class and we were greeted at the entrance by a very helpful guide who gave us a brief history of the property and some tips about the best way to view this unique property.

A warm welcome and introductory talk before every visit to the house.

The property itself comprises a sixteen sided construction over three floors. It was allegedly built in a style that would remind the girls of their tour of Europe, whilst providing a home for the artefacts and souvenirs that they had collected during their travels.

I was pleased that I chose the SL2S because inside of the property it was full of light and shadows and so low-light capability was a must.

Embracing shadows whilst enjoying the highlights.

Central to the house is “The Octagon”, a circulating meeting area from which all other rooms radiate. Given that I only had the 45mm lens with me, I found the best way to reflect this was in the reflection in the mirror ball hanging from the ceiling which shows the 8 doors leading from the Octagon.

In addition to the various collections of shells and souvenirs this really was a family home.

Details of The Grand Tour adorned the dining table.

The property has a whole gallery containing some 25,000 shells but unfortunately this was not open. Another reason to plan a return visit. However, I was able to capture some of the shell and feather mosaic’s as illustrated below.

Just like me - Neat yet perfectly functional.

Its only when you walk around the beautiful grounds and gardens that you see what really attracted the Parminter girls to this location.

We decided to take our picnic lunch on the “Ha Ha Lawn” with beautiful views over the Exe estuary in the distance.

Lunch on the Ha Ha Lawn - Hydration by Luscombe, Imagery by Leica SL2s & Sigma 45mm DGDN Contemporary.

Of course, regular readers already know that my blog would not be complete without a visit to “The Bench of Contemplation”.

Whilst this blog is quite brief I hope that I have been able to illustrate some of the beauty of the property and certainly I found capturing both the interior and exterior so enjoyable. Now I know what to expect I fully intend to revisit, with a wide angle lens, in order to capture the interior of the house from a completely different perspective. If you want to read a detailed history of the Parminter girls and their tour of Europe, there is plenty of information online but a good place to start is www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/devon/a-la-ronde .

So if you are driving down the A38 and see Exmouth signposted, take a deviation and spend an hour or so at A La Ronde. You won’t regret it.

Warmest regards from Plymouth U.K.

Entering Eden.......

March 29, 2026

Well dear friends it’s the end of March in the South West of England and the rain has finally stopped…well nearly. So in our usual spirit of Carpe Diem Mrs. C and I decided to take an annual membership to The Eden Project, a wonderful attraction located just outside of St. Austell in Cornwall.

So we fired up Bridget, dialled Eden Project into the Sat-Nav and headed over the Tamar Bridge, destination St. Austell, to visit “The Dark Side”. Traffic across the Tamar bridge was flowing well, mainly due to the fact that they only make you stop and pay on the way out of Cornwall (don’t get me started) and the journey to Eden Project took a little over an hour.

Before we start let me provide you with a little context. This blog was compiled by way of two visits during the same week, to celebrate Aunty Sarah’s birthday and to take my brother and his wife Jackie, who is a mega keen gardener, for a day trip.

For the benefit of the photographers amongst you, all imagery was captured with the Leica SL2 using four different lenses:

Leica 50mm Summicron SL.
Leica 24-90 Vario Elmarit.
Sigma 45 mm DGDN Contemporary L mount.
Sigma 24 mm DGDN Contemporary L mount.

With the exception of a couple of M mount Voigtlander lenses, I normally only put Leica glass in front of my Leica bodies. However, I wanted a couple of lighter and less expensive auto-focus primes for my SL2 & SL2S as an alternative to my existing Leica SL zoom lenses, to be used when travelling in what might be termed as “sketchier” locations. I have found both the build and image rendering of the two sigma lenses listed above to be superb and thought that this visit to the Eden Project would provide interesting subject matter for some real-world testing. I am not interested in pixel peeping and MTF charts, I just want to see real-life results. Moreover these all-metal lenses came in a glorious silver and as we all know silver lenses look cool and match the colour of my beard…….so that’s all good then!

Driftwood horse sculpture by Heather Jansch guards the entrance.

The benefit of being “a genetleman of a certain age” is that I can avoid weekends, so with the exception of the odd school trip most places are normally much quieter in the week.

Regular readers already know that we like to arrive at our destinations for 10.00 a.m. to coincide with our morning coffee. I must say that the café at Eden Project did not disappoint on taste, quality or price and we were also happy to avail ourselves of the 10% members discount, remembering the old adage “look after the pennies and you can buy more Leica glass”….or something like that!

They had an old coffee machine with the inscription “Please don’t handle me, I am old and delicate”. We clearly had a great deal in common.

Ah yes, just like me, it needs to be handled with care!

To give you a little background info, the Eden Project was conceived back in 2001 by Sir Tim Smit, to provide “a living theatre” of plants, mostly housed in massive futuristic geodesic domes, in order to recreate local climatic environments whilst showcasing sustainability and man’s reliance on plants in everyday life.

Moreover, that week was the 25th anniversary of the centre and over coffee we spotted Sir Tim speaking with a BBC film crew. So I walked over, shook his hand and politely asked him for a portrait for this blog. I have to say he was absolutely delightful and very happy to accede to my request. What a gentleman!

The project actually took two and a half years to construct. It was created in a disused china clay pit and involved building the world’s largest greenhouses to house the “Rainforest” and the “Mediterranean” plants.

Following on with its sustainability objectives the domes are heated using geothermal energy from 4.7 km below the earth’s surface.

The first glimpse of the domes is quite breathtaking and brings home the scale of the project. It makes you think what life on one of the lunar planets might eventually look like or of greater concern, what we might need to do to grow our food if climate change continues at its current speed.

The closer we get the more impressive the structures become.

As we enter the first dome, which holds the rainforest, we are reminded of the importance of the world’s rainforests to everyday life.

As global deforestation proceeds at pace we would do well to remember their importance to everyday life.

Wow - now that’s what I call a rainforest!

As you would expect the rainforest provides a mixture of flora and fauna but without out the stingy bitey things that normally live in such a habitat. Here is a selection:

A pineapple - from a different perspective.

As we walked through the dome the humidity was quite opressive so it is well worth wearing some lightweight clothing. It also took some time for my camera lenses to acclimatise and it actually pays to avoid changing lenses inside the biodome.

In the distance our final destination, “The Crows Nest”.

Regular readers know that Mrs. C is not good with heights, especially rickety structures involving heights. However, she is always up for a life challenge and was very brave to cross the rope bridge whilst it was moving up and down and from side to side. As I captured the following image I was only grateful that pictures do not have any sounds as Mrs. C was muttering something about a “Clucking Bell”?!!

Well done Mrs. C! - what is a “Clucking Bell”?

The birthday girl - Aunty Sarah with Mike capturing the dorsal view.

My little brother - he is a good looking boy and willing model.

We wanted to climb up to the crows nest but it was closed. We subsequently found out that it is only open three times a day for periods of 45 minutes per session. So we all agreed to come back later….hold that thought.

We then moved over to the second dome which housed the mediterranean environment. As you would expect the climate was less oppressive and we enjoyed the relaxing walk.

From a photographic standpoint the centre-piece of the mediterranean dome is a collection of statues by Tim Shaw depicting the Ancient Greek myth of Dionysus, the god of wine and representing wild, untamed nature. The statues are integrated into a vineyard celebrating different grape varieties.

After a rather delightful lunch (of course, still availing ourselves of the 10% members discount…spot the developing theme!) we then headed back to the rainforest and made the climb up to the Crows Nest to get an experience of what life is like in the canopy of the rainforest.

Upon arrival you have to certify that you don’t suffer numerous health issues and that you are good with heights. The climb to the top is '“interesting” and not for the feint of heart. Temperature at the top can rise to 47 degrees centigrade, which is the cut-off point before access is closed. So if you suffer from vertigo, don’t like see through platforms suspended a hundred feet in the air and you are uncomfortable with high temperatures and oppressive humidity, then this is not for you. I am not selling it am I.

Mrs. C was completely unanimous that this was one life challenge that she was going to let pass her by!

Are we really going up there? - Mrs. C certainly wasn’t and was unanimous about that!

We finally made it - Mike looking cool and relaxed despite the temperature and humidity.

As we walked through the garden all was peace and tranquility until we heard screaming. As we looked up we saw two people hurtling 100 feet in the air on a zip wire. Aunty Jackies eyes lit up and then me, Mrs. C and uncle Phil all looked at each other and said NO!!!

If you are an adrenalin junkie and want to travel 660 metres, 100 feet off the ground at speeds approaching 60 mph and don’t mind spending £35 for two minutes of terror then this is definitely for you.

A contender for the Bench of Contemplation.

Infinity Blue - A ceramic structure honouring oxygen producing cyanobacteria blowing out scented vapour smoke rings.

The Seed - A 70 tonne 13 ft-high granite structure created by Peter Randall-Page inspired by the Fibonacci spiral patterns found in nature and symbolises ecological growth.

Aunty Jackie is an avid gardener and so we then spent the rest of the day walking through the beautiful gardens and simply enjoying nature at its best.

Aunty Jackie - our resident horticulturist.

Ah yes, no visit would be complete without a visit to “The Bench of Contemplation” courtesy of my brother Phil.

I do hope you have enjoyed our visit to the Eden Project and that this brief interlude as piqued your interest.

Whether you care about the climate (if you don’t you should) or simply want to spend an afternoon of reflection in inspiring surroundings, this is definitely a destination to visit. Mrs. C and I look forward to coming back during each of the four seasons to see and enjoy the changes in the plant life.

Warmest regards to all from a sunny Plymouth U.K.

Searching For Beryl.............

March 13, 2026

2026 has been what I might describe as a “slow burn” on the creative front but when Mrs. C mentioned that there was a Beryl Cook exhibition at the Plymouth Box my interest was well and truly piqued.

For those of you unfamiliar with Beryl Cook, she was a Plymouth girl who developed a unique and instantly recognisable artistic style, depicting her candid impressions of everyday people and their everyday lives.

Now, it is fair to say that her imagery was created at a time where “Woke” wasn’t a thing and some may be regarded as risqué or indeed inappropriate into todays terms. However, appreciation of any art is in the eye of the beholder. As long as you don’t take yourself too seriously and take time to understand her candid view and treatment of everyday situations and characters, they are indeed humorous and highly enjoyable (IMHO).

In addition to the exhibition there were four statues of characters from her works displayed around Plymouth. So Mrs. C, my creative muse, came up with the idea that I should search out and capture imagery of the various statues, whilst also documenting our trail around Plymouth to give the reader some insight in to our wonderful home town, before ending up at the exhibition at the St. Lukes, the adjunct to our wonderful Plymouth Box Museum.

Finally the good old Plymouth weather perked-up (that is Plymouthian for the cessation of rain of biblical proportion) and we headed off to the Plymouth Barbican (5 minutes walk from our home) to capture our first character.

Conveniently the first character, a Sailor, was located opposite the best coffee shop in Plymouth, the wonderful Cornish Bakery ( @cornishbakery.com ), a must pit-stop during any visit to Plymouth.

Cornish Bakery - The best coffee and pastries in town and a must pit-stop during any visit to Plymouth.

Suitably refreshed after our usual order of Americano with hot milk and a single shot piccolo, I captured the first character.

The Sailor statue is a character from Beryl’s image “Sailors and Seagulls.

I forgot to say that all imagery was captured with the Leica SL2S and the rather wonderful Sigma 45mm DGDN F2.8 contemporary lens.

Then we were off to find the second character which was allegedly located near Plymouth Hoe Bowling Club.

On our way to the Hoe you pass the famous Mayflower steps and the Leviathan followed by the Admiral McBride pub which serves one of the best crab sandwhiches in Plymouth. The reader will note a recurring theme that my photowalks always combine art and calories!

The Admiral MacBride - A great crab sandwich with your pint of the local grog.

We then carried on for a further five minutes until we reach the cannons which guard the Cattewater and look out over Plymouth Sound. Always a great view and a photo opportunity.

Once we reach Plymouth Hoe it is obligatory to take an image of Smeatons Tower, the original lighthouse that was transported from the Eddystone Reef. If you have the energy, have a head for heights and you don’t mind paying the £8 entrance fee, you can climb the lighthouse and enjoy stunning views across the Hoe and Plymouth Sound.

Let us never forget - The War Memorials on Plymouth Hoe.

As we reached the War Memorials on the Hoe I catch my first glimpse of Plymouth Hoe Bowling Club and our second of Beryl’s characters. Legend has it that back on July 20th 1588, Sir Francis Drake allegedly insisted on finishing his game of bowls here despite being informed that the Spanish Armada was approaching. A gentleman must never be interrupted when indulging in his favourite past-time!

I didn’t understand the significance of the posture of the character until I saw the complete image that Beryl had created. Then I had a chuckle :-)

We then head in to the centre of town passing by the Anchor that was taken from HMS Ark Royal, one of the UK’s most famous naval vessels. By now the reader will have guessed that Plymouth is a town steeped in military history.

Mrs. C advised that our third character was located next to the Bank Pub behind the Theatre Royal. So we headed past the Crown Court and Guildhall to Armada Way.

Standing outside the Guildhall and Crown Court is a 27 foot statue called “The Knife Angel”. This statue is made from over 100,000 knives that were either seized by Police or surrendered during amnesties across 43 different UK police forces.

It was designed and created by artist Alfie Bradley at the British Ironworks Centre and many of the knife blades are engraved with messages from families who have been affected by knife crime. It serves as a powerful memorial to victims of knife crime.

As we walk along Armada Way we reach the Theatre Royal and see “Messenger”, the U.K.’s largest bronze Sculpture which was created by artist Joseph Hillier. Messenger is seven metres tall, nine metres wide weighs in at an impressive 10 tons. The sculpture was commissioned by the Theatre Royal to mark the completion of its regeneration project.

“Messenger” outside The Theatre royal Plymouth.

As we walked around the back of the theatre and past the Bank Pub we find our third character, the drag performer Ruby Venezuela from “Tom Dancing”.

Derry’s Clock Tower situated next to the Bank Pub was originally built in 1862 to commemorate the Prince and Princess of Wales and remarkably survived the Blitz of World War 2 when most of the centre of Plymouth was completely destroyed. The adjacent Bank Pub, built in 1889, is housed in a former Wilts and Dorset Banking Company building. History and a pint of beer, a winning combination!

Derry’s Clock Tower next to The Bank Pub.

Three down and one to go. Our next stop was the Plymouth Pannier Market opposite Frankfurt Gate where we found our final character, “The Happy Shopper”.

By now we were some 6000 steps in to our tour and my stomach was rumbling. As we were at Frankfurt Gate there is no better place to take a calorie break than the wonderful Lisbon Bakery & Restaurant. I love this family run Portuguese style bakery and restaurant. The coffee is great, the food wholesome and tasty and the home-made Pastel Del Nata are an absolute dream. Yours truly was very much in his happy place!

Family run bakery and restaurant with great food and coffee.

Our final stop was St Lukes, an adjunct building to the Box Museum. I knew we were getting close as I passed the college of Art.

Art and Caffeine, the perfect combination.

Following our tour of some of the sights of Plymouth we finally reach St. Lukes. Unbelievably entry is free but we always leave a donation to help keep the place going.

St Lukes, home to the Beryl Cook Exhibition.

The exhibition was fantastic and I have enclosed just a few of my favourite Beryl Cook images.

There you have it, a whilstle-stop tour of Plymouth, 8,000 steps, fantastic entertainment at the Beryl Cook Exhibition and all for the price of a coffee and a delicious Pastel Del Nata. You know it makes sense!

I hope you have enjoyed this creative expedition around Plymouth and if you would like to see more of our wonderful home town please feel free to have a look at my gallery entitled “On My Doorstep” which gives you different views of Plymouth from within 15 minutes walk of where I live or, better still, come and visit in person and join me for a coffee at the Cornish Bakery.

Warmest regards to all from a sunny Plymouth U.K.

Pearl of the Danube...........

December 7, 2025

Its the beginning of December and in the Chivers household that means a full scale military operation is already underway in preparation for Christmas.

Our first task is always to bring all the family together for our annual european christmas market extravaganza. Last year saw us visit wonderful Warsaw but this year we were to visit one of my favourite capital cities, “The Pearl of the Danube”, Budapest. For those who are interested you might like to read my previous blog dated 3rd December 2018 entitled “A Tale of Two Cities”.

Seth, Claire and the boys were flying in from Dubai and Anna & Matthew and Simon & Kitty joined us on our Wizz Air flight from London Gatwick. For once the planets aligned and all flights arrived on time. We all met up in the rugby scrum that was the passport control queue at Budapest airport. We spent over an hour waiting for our passports to be stamped, (that is without being photographed and fingerprinted). I was determined not to let this dampen my spirits and focussed on the prospect of fresh Lángos and steaming hot Goulash that was waiting for me the other side of immigration.

Once through passport control we jumped in to taxis and within 30 minutes we arrived at base-camp for the trip, the Novotel Budapest Danube.

The hotel is in a great location overlooking the Danube and the Hungarian Houses of Parliament. The rooms are super comfortable and at £400, for three nights bed and breakfast, is an absolute bargain for a european capital city. Moreover the lobby bar was fully stocked and appeared to be well prepared for our visit. After a super speedy check-in it was off to the bar for a pint of the local grog and to catch up with everyone’s news.

Now our European trips have only one rule, that is there are no rules. Everyone must do as they please with the one exception that we all meet up for dinner each evening. Key people had been assigned their roles; Mrs. C was travel co-ordinator and route guidance, Claire head child wrangler (including wrangling Seth), Simon was grog-wallah and family sommelier whilst Matthew, Anna and Kitty were in charge of calories, retail therapy and living their best lives. Yours truly would ensure that all activities were captured in glorious monochrome courtesy of my weapon of choice, the Leica Q Type 116.

As everyone swapped stories the alcohol was flowing and it must have been after the 2nd or possibly 3rd beer that we decided we should head out for an early dinner and some night time sightseeing before things started to get messy!

From a photographic standpoint Budapest really is a game of two halves. Daytime is of course wonderful with so much to see and do. However, it is at night that I believe the photographic opportunities abound and here are a few of the images from my first night of sightseeing:

What a great first evening and after a hearty dinner of beef Goulash and pork snitzel, washed down with copious glasses of the famed Hungarian red marching juice, it was off to bed.

The next morning I was an early riser and as I pulled back the curtains I really did realize that we had a room with a view.

Room with a view - Dawn breaks over the Houses of Parliament.

After a hearty breakfast which included copious pork product (remember our family rule is one helping of pork product to be consumed, in whatever form, every day of the holiday) the young people headed off to something called the Museum of Terror whilst Mrs. C and I accompanied La Famille Chappels on a more sedate walk around town.

We had decided to make a visit to Buda Castle and Fisherman’s Bastion. Now there are two ways to do this; (a) a 1 kilometre walk to an escalator which takes you up to Buda Castle for free or (b) you take the direct route, pay 60 euros for the family and use the Funicular. As you can imagine Seth and I were happy for the exercise and to use the escalator. However, after some “guidance” from Mrs. C and once she took her foot off my neck, I was unanimous that we should pay the money and take the direct route!

Meantime, Mrs. C was training up Horatio on how to use the analogue sat-nav. I mean what could possibly go wrong with putting the 4 year old in charge of route guidance?

Horatio getting to grips with the analogue sat-nav.

Attention! - All in good order outside the Presidential office.

As we walked around Buda Castle and the area surrounding Fisherman’s Bastion I could not believe the crowds of people. There was also a significant amount of construction / renovation work being undertaken and in the end we decided to give up on the sight seeing and head for hot chocolate, mulled wine and steaming chimney cake.

Babushka a.k.a. Mrs. C getting all steamed up with her mulled wine and chimney cake.

We also tried to circumnavigate the small Christmas market by the Church of Our Lady of Buda Castle but it was so busy we had to admit defeat and decided to head back down the Funicular to our lunch destination, Leo’s Rooftop Bar. Well done to Claire for picking this spot. The food was Hungarian in feel but trendy in presentation and the views from the terrace spectacular.

Thank you to my willing model Kitty who was rocking the Budapest vibe.

Suitably fed and watered, the team, now joined by Simon and Kitty, headed across the Chain Bridge in search of the Christmas market in the square in front of St Stephen’s Basilica.

I must say that over the years the quality of Christmas markets in Europe has declined significantly. Most are now just selling fast food and what can only be described as “Tat”. However, not so in Budapest. Yes you always have the various food stalls but there were also lots of stalls selling a very wide variety of local arts and crafts.

St. Stephen’s Basilica and the christmas market.

If only I had not just finished eating lunch.

Mrs. C and Kitty always have room for some mulled wine.

Getting all arty again - Arts and crafts bokeh at 28mm.

What a great day and after an early dinner which included some excellent goulash (again) and very tasty pork knuckle, with some rather delicious wine courtesy of grog-wallah, we called it a day and headed back to the hotel.

On the subject of food we really did eat well and had more than enough wine and beer to accompany the food. On average a really tasty two course dinner with drink is in the region of £35 a head. Whilst you can certainly find cheaper food, I am talking excellent quality and quantity.

The next day Anna and Matthew had decided to treat themselves to the outside thermal baths.

7 degrees centigrade outside but 28 degrees centigrade in the water.

It is cocktail o’clock at the thermal baths.

As the facility did not permit children we looked for some alternative refreshment in the form of the wonderful Café Gerbeaud. We are very much coffee people who are also rather partial to a slice of wonderful cake. The elegant Cafe Gerbeaud have been providing both since 1858.

A slice of the local Dobos Torte being given the full summilux treatment.

Of course, if you are visiting Gerbeaud don’t forget your credit card. Quality costs and they are not giving it away. In my view it is worth every penny or should I say florint. On the way out don’t forget to visit their shop and purchase some of their famous “cat’s tongue” chocolate.

Purchase some cat’s tongue chocolate to complete the Gerbeaud experience.

Staying with the food and drink theme we decided to head across town to Kazinczy Street to visit the trendy ruin bars. As we had young children we opted for a lunchtime visit but I believe the place is really humming after dark.

Enjoying some local craft beer and spiced cider.

All that drinking was making us hungry and we were in need of some local Lángos. Next door to our bar was the local Karavan street food market and our barman had assured me that they could provide me with some Lángos. This is deep-fried flatbread made from a simple yeast dough of flour, water, yeast, sugar and salt. The dough is stretched and then fried in hot oil until gold brown and served with all manner of toppings. I enjoyed sour cream and grated cheese. They are not expensive and are super tasty and just the ticket to soak up the local beer.

Wherever I walk in Budapest there appeared to be photo opportunities so if my blog does inspire you to visit, don’t forget your camera!

As previously mentioned the purpose of these Christmas trips is to spend precious time with the people we love.

Anna & Matthew - The wedding is due May 2026 - Can’t wait!

My beautiful Baboushka on Santa’s Bench of contemplation.

Time seems to pass so quickly when you are having fun and in a flash our Budapest visit was over. As time marches on life becomes all about experiences and memories, which is why I take time to record these blogs.

May I thank all those who take the time to read and support my creative efforts and on behalf of Mrs. C and myself, we wish you all a wonderful relaxing Christmas and let us hope that the new year brings happiness, good heath and for all you photographers, good light. With warmest regards from a very festive Plymouth U.K.

Antony.......

October 11, 2025

“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones: So let it be with Ceasar.”

Oops wrong blog! Well dear readers as we flash back to that famous speech by Mark Antony in the play Julius Ceasar, by that famous Bard, William Shakespeare, its only equivalence to today’s blog is the reference to “Antony”. Indeed, our “Antony” is situated in the county of Cornwall, just outside Torpoint, and comes in the form of a beautiful 18th-century house and gardens managed by the National Trust.

Regular devotees of my blog will already know that Mrs. C and I are great “National Trusters”. These wonderful properties always reveal a great deal about the history of our country, more often than not are situated in the most beautiful of settings and most always provide an excellent pot of tea and accompanying delectable treat….hold that thought!

Now Antony House has been on our National Trust “hit list” for quite some time. It is rather unusual in that the house is only open to the public between March to October and then only on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.

So we packed a rather tasty picnic, fired up Bucephalus and dialed Antony House in to the sat-nav, destination Cornwall, or what native folk (“Kernowyon”) refer to as “Kernow”.

Now the Kernowyon are a strange bunch, but sharp as a sausage when it comes to extracting money from visiting folk. To get there from where we live you have to cross the River Tamar, by either the Tamar Bridge or on the Torpoint Ferry. Most unsuspecting Emmets ( the Cornish term of tourists ) can’t believe their luck when told that entry to Kernow, via ferry or bridge, is free. What they don’t tell you is that to get back across the river will cost your three pounds! Moreover, should you need to fill up with petrol then the most expensive gallon of petrol ever is available on the Cornish side of the Tamar bridge. Okay my usual Cornish rant is over and despite all the above, Kernow really is quite a wonderful place to visit.

Now the journey from where we live in Plymouth to Antony is only 30 minutes and involves taking the Torpoint Ferry. Its a sort of “floating bridge” and you simply drive on, cross your fingers and hope it doesn’t sink, then drive off. The entire ferry experience is about ten minutes or in Kernow-speak, “ that will be 15 pence a minute please my lover”!

The crossing from Devonport to Torpoint.

Once the ferry beaches on the hallowed shores of Kernow, the ramp goes down and we are away. Fifteen minutes later we are driving through the entrance to the Antony Estate.

Now, as previously mentioned this is Kernow and so when they say opening time is 12.00 noon they mean 12.00 noon and if you arrive a minute early you will find the gate to the car-park padlocked and the house firmly closed. So always best to arrive fashionably late.

For this visit my photography kit was the Leica SL2 and the manually adapted Leica 75mm Apo Summicron M lens. Interestingly this was the second lens that I bought when I entered the world of Leica M lenses but seems to be the least used. I tended to gravitate between the 28mm Elmarit, 50mm Noctilux / Summilux and 90 mm Summarit. So I am now making the effort to make use of this wonderful unappreciated piece of Leica glass.

Upon arrival we decided to first take a walk around the gardens, not only to experience the wonderful scenery but also to capture the splendid Antony House from a number of different perspectives.

The gardens were originally designed by the landscape architect Humphrey Repton, widely regarded as the greatest English landscape gardener to follow the renowned Capability Brown. The gardens feature sweeping views out to the river Lynher and intriguing sculptures.

Indeed, as we walked through the main garden entrance we came across a rather unusual piece of art. “Water Cone” by William Pye is a rather fascinating bronze water feature standing on the west lawn. It is said to have been inspired by the manner in which heavy rainfall runs down tarmac roads in rippling waves. For me it was much simpler; the light was great and I just loved the backdrop of the lawn and trees in the distance.

The west wing and lawn with the William Pye “Water Cone”.

Regular readers will know that Mrs. C likes to plan these visits with a military precision and it was not long before the “analogue satnav” made an appearance to ensure that we did not miss anything of significance.

As I always say my photographic appreciation of these houses and gardens may differ from yours. However, I am trying to show what I see, through my lens and I hope that you are then motivated enough to pay a visit yourself.

I wanted to capture a sweeping view of the rear of the house and this next image includes, on the left of the frame, the famous Black Walnut Tree that was planted in the 1790’s. It has been recognised by the Queens Green Canopy as one of the 70 ancient trees dedicated to the late Queen Elizabeth for her Platinum Jubilee.

Rear view of Antony House with the famed Black Walnut Tree on the left of the image.

Having explored the gardens it is time to enter the house. Before doing so a quick explainer about the house and its owners.

There house itself was built between 1718 and 1724 for Sir William Carew, although the estate has been the home of the Carew family since the mid-1500’s. The Carew family have a history linked to the English Civil War and John Carew was one of the judges who signed the death warrant for Charles 1st. However, that proved to be an ill-advised move as after the Stuart Restoration in 1660 he was tried for his role in the regicide, was found guilty of treason and was subsequently hanged, drawn and quartered

Sir John Carew Pole, the 12th Baronet gave the house and formal gardens into the care of the National Trust in 1961, on the understanding that the family could continue to reside there. Indeed, Sir Tremayne Carew Pole, the 14th Baronet and his wife Charlotte currently live there with their two children.

The house hosts a splendid collection of portraits, including a portrait of Charles I of England. The collection also contains some works by the renowned artist Sir Joshua Reynolds.

There are aways certain images I like to capture in each house I visit. One of my stock images is to capture the bokeh of the glassware on the dining room table. The Waterford Crystal on display at Antony did not disappoint.

Another peculiarity within National Trust properties is that they never put up signs that say “do not sit here”. Instead they place the barbed head of the Teasel plant in the middle of the seat.

Antony House has its museum-like sections but also is still very much a home and maintains the feeling that there is a family present.

As always I can only give you a brief glimpse of these wonderful properties when in fact you probably need several visits to fully appreciate the history and treasures that they contain.

Of course, after all that creative exercise it was time for afternoon tea and the Antony House cafe, in its rather splendid building did not disappoint. Mrs. C and I enjoyed a tasty fruit scone with clotted cream and strawberry jam accompanied by a traditional pot of tea. We were definitely in our happy place.

Getting all arty whilst chowing down on traditional Cornish cream tea.

On the way back to the car I took the opportunity to capture some images of the estate:

Mrs. C having a moment of contemplation.

Views down to the River Tamar with the Royal Albert and Tamar Bridges in the distance.

Ah yes, no blog would be complete without catching the beautiful Mrs. C unaware, as she sits on “The Bench of Contemplation”.

So there you have it, Antony House, just 30 minutes from our doorstep and so much to do and see. I hope you have enjoyed our little autumn day-out and should you be passing over the Tamar and in to Kernow, take a detour and make the most of the beautiful Antony House.

This year is passing so quickly but Mrs. C and I have yet more adventures planned. So stay tuned. keep smiling and wishing all you photographers “good light”.

Warmest regards from a mild and sunny Plymouth U.K.

From Caves to Castles............

August 24, 2025

We have been enjoying a wonderful summer here in the U.K. and Mrs. C and I have been trying to explore places of interest within an hours drive of our home in Plymouth.

Now Mrs. C is a wonder at putting together interesting trips and our next excursion was to be a “holy trinity’, combining the exploration of the Caves of Pengelly, a lunch in the beautiful hamlet of Cockington and a visit to Compton Castle. So we prepared a rather superior packed-lunch, fired up Bucephalus, dialled Pengelly Caves in to the sat-nav and headed up the A38.

We originally discovered the existence of Pengelly Caves during a visit to the Plymouth Box, our local museum. It is not so much that the caves themselves are of interest, but what has been found in them was what attracted our attention…hold that thought.

The caves are situated in the now disused Higher Kiln Quarry at Buckfastleigh, about a 30 minute drive from Plymouth and a stones-throw from Buckfast Abbey (see my blog of 31st July “Up The Devon Expressway And Turn Left”).

The caves are managed through the William Pengelly Cave Studies Trust. You can book a visit online at a cost of £8 per person. The whole operation is super friendly and informative and is run by volunteers who have both a great knowledge and a genuine love for what they do.

William Pengelly, a prominent figure in 19th century geology and archaeology, meticulously excavated the caves at Higher Kiln Quarry. His work helped establish the history of human presence in our part of the world alongside the remains of animals long extinct.

Before exploring any caves we received a 30 minute lecture about the history of the geology of the region. This was super interesting as we did not know that some 640 million years ago, the U.K. was actually located somewhere near the South Pole! However, due to massive movements in tectonic plates the U.K. eventually ended up in its current position.

As always I tend to over-prepare and turned up in full “North Face of The Eiger Mode” and was prepared to abseil down in to the abyss. However, it was all rather more relaxed than I had anticipated. There is no abseiling and we were just required to wear a hard hat and suitable footwear.

From a photography standpoint I chose the Leica SL2 and manually adapted the wonderfully little Voigtlander 35 mm F2.5 Color Skopar. I figured that the compactness of the lens combined with the high resolution and image stabilisation of the SL2 would be the ideal combination.

Mrs. C rocking the caving enthusiast look.

Our safety briefing from Alain, our excellent guide and “Speleologist”.

Our guide for the visit was Alain. He was an expert “Speleologist” (Speleology is the art of cave exploration) and has explored and surveyed caves all over the world. Alain ensured that everyone had sensible shoes, told us to wear our hard hat at all times and to watch out because it could be slippery underfoot. Apart from that the aim was to have a great time.

There are numerous caves at the site including:

Reeds Cave - One of the most richly decorated caves in devon although, somewhat disappointly, access is restricted to specialist cavers and researchers. I did enquire why and Alain explained that in so many of Devon’s caves, unrestricted access has led to considerable damage and so the Trust has gone to great lengths to try and preserve Reeds Cave, in its original form, for the benefit of future study.
Rift Cave - Is a gated cave and provides a safe habitat for bats. It seems that this is an ideal home for these ‘lovable’ creatures, Alain’s description not mine, although I think you will agree the following image might make you think twice about walking in a cave full of bats in the dark!

A lovable little creature isn’t it……Not!

3. The Joint Mitnor Cave - This contains an internationally important deposit of fossil mammal bones from the last interglacial period of about 100,000 years ago.

The climb up to the entrance of the Joint Mitnor Cave.

The Joint Mitnor Cave was discovered and excavated in 1939 by A.H. Ogilvie when over 4,000 mammal bones were discovered, including mammals which were thought to have never existed in this part of the Uk including elephants, hyena and even hippopotamus!

Unfortunately in 2015 thieves broke in to the cave and stole a number of the bones. At great expense reconstructions of the bones were produced by academics using 3D printing technology.

Once inside the cave Alain explained the geology, he showed us the different sort of animal bones, along with an explanation of how these limestone caves were originally created. Although the cave is well lit there is not a great deal of room and so if you have a fear of enclosed spaces this is perhaps not for you.

Yes those are bones at the back of the cave.

All in all we had a great morning at Pengelly Caves and if you are driving down the Devon Expressway show them some support as it is well worth a visit.

Having spent an intrepid morning navigating caves the old stomach was rumbling and we needed to find somewhere to eat our rather superior packed lunch. About 30 minutes drive from the caves is the delightful village of Cockington. I never cease to be amazed at the beauty of Devon, which keeps producing little gems that I have never previously visited.

Like everywhere that is idealic in Devon, Cockington’s location does require some fearless driving. Our part of the world is notorious for its narrow country lanes. As the location becomes more rural the lanes go from double to single track. Once you see grass growing in the centre of the road you know you are in trouble.

There were two routes to Cockington, the easy route down an “A” road and the one we took, courtesy of google maps and me not paying attention. My stress was compounded by the fact that it is the middle of summer, so holiday traffic was particularly heavy. A 30 minute drive took nearer an hour but as we came round a bend in the road we arrived at Cockington village and it really was an exquisite location.

The village was probably founded some 2,500 years ago in the Iron Age. The first official documentation of the village was in the 10th century. The manor was owned by Alric the Saxon. The village later passed through the ownership of the Cary family (ownership between 1375 to 1654) before ownership passed to the Mallock family, a family of wealthy silversmiths from Exeter. They owned the estate until 1932 when it was sold to the Torquay Corporation.

Cockington has now developed in to a small village, with beautiful cottages, a pub “The Drum Inn” and still forms part of the Cockington Estate.

My idea of a peaceful, rural Devon village.

We decided to eat our picnic in the beautiful grounds of Cockington Court, the original mansion house of the Mallock family. The grounds are free to enter and beautifully maintained. This was originally a medieval deer park but also contains a small cricket square and pavilion for those lovers of “The Summer Game”.

Other interesting facts are that in her youth, Agatha Christie was a regular visitor to Cockington and her novel, “Why didn’t They Ask Evans”, is dedicated to Christopher Mallock. Indeed the Mallocks regularly staged amateur theatricals at Cockington Court, in which Agatha Christie took part. Agatha was a resident of Greenaways House, Kingswear, located some half an hour away. This is well worth a visit and you can read more about it in my blog “Agatha” of 28th September 2023.

Cockington Court and its beautiful grounds.

Cockington Chapel behind the quant building housing all manner of local artisans and craftsmen.

After our lunch we explored the local crafts centre and watched glass blowing and a blacksmith at work.

“The Forge”. You know me by now, always looking for the arty shot.

Our final visit of the day was to Compton Castle. If I thought that the roads to Cockington were narrow the roads to Compton Castle were even worse. By the time we had arrived my nerves we completely frayed.

Compton Castle is actually located in the parish of Marldon and is more of a fortified Manor House than a castle.

The estate was the home to the families of Compton de la Pole, Doddicombe, Gilbert and Templer. However It has remained the home to the Gilbert family for over 600 years..

The manor was significantly enlarged in the 1450’s and then, in the 1520’s and in response to the threat of French raids on the Devon Coast, it was further fortified.

In 1583, in the name of Queen Elizabeth 1, Sir Humphrey Gilbert, a well known explorer, colonised Newfoundland. Two years later, his half brother, the well known explorer Sir Walter Raleigh started planning the Roanoke Colony in North Carolina. Sir Humphreys youngest son Raleigh Gilbert continued exploring and played his part in the Popham Colonony in Maine in 1607.

By 1800 the family had moved to Bodmin, Cornwall and the house fell in to disrepair. The property was bought by Commander Walter Raleigh Gilbert in 1931 and he made extensive renovations before the property was transferred over to the National Trust in 1951 although, the terms of the transfer stipulated that the Gilbert family continue to occupy the castle, which they still do, and administer it for the National Trust.

The squirrel features in the Gibert family coat of arms.

To my disappointment photography was not allowed within the property and,given that the Gilbert family remain in residence, there are only a few rooms open to the public. As a result Compton Castle is definitely worth a visit for National Trust members, but for the paying day-guest, I believe there are other more attractive National Trust offerings in the vicinity.

However, the walled garden is a joy and well worth a visit.

View of the front of the house from the walled garden.

We did have a wonderful day out and as regular readers will know, such a day would not be complete without capturing Mrs. C on “The Bench of Contemplation”.

Mrs. C enjoying the dappled light on the “Bench of Contemplation”.

So there you have it, do much to see and do and all within an hour of our front door. There is still so much to do and see in Devon and Cornwall so stay tuned for further adventures.

Wishing you all good light and warmest regards from a sunny and peaceful Plymouth U.K.

Up The Devon Expressway And Turn Left............

July 31, 2025

As my regular readers already know, our adventures always begin by me firing up Bucephalus, Mrs. C dialing a destination into the sat-nav and more often than not, we head up the A38, or as the creative minds at Devon Tourism like to call it, “The Devon Expressway”.

Anyways, Mrs. C and I were driving along said “Devon Expressway”, in the direction of Exeter, looking for somewhere to eat our picnic. About 30 mins into our journey and, whilst being a natural ambi-turner, I decided to Carpe Diem and turn left at an exit which said Buckfastleigh. We pass this particular exit on a regular basis and are usually in either too much of a rush, or simply can’t be bothered, to see what the pleasant market town of Buckfastleigh has to offer.

Mrs. C was on to Eugoogly like a flash and found that Buckfastleigh is famous for its abbey. On further investigation, said abbey appeared to be located just around the corner. Then Mrs. C shouted out the f-word, no not that one but my favorite f-word, exclaiming that it was “free” to park and “free” to enter! Yes that f -word. Hallelujah slice the dumpling! I am indeed my father’s son and I was already in my happy place and we hadn’t even arrived.

As we drove through the gate parking was indeed straightforward and I noticed that there was a distinct calmness and tranquility about this place, especially in the wallet department, probably due to there being no-one trying to trouser £25 a head for entry and parking!

Then I opened my camera bag and pulled out my Leica SL2 but realized that I still had the 135mm Apo Telyt F3.4 M lens manually attached. Normally this would not be a problem as it renders quite beautifully but I anticipated a few potential issues relating to light and with not having a wide enough field of view, when trying to capture an abbey. This monastic environment seem to be drawing me to the latin verse. This was definitely going to be a case of “Non Desistas Non Exieris”; for those of you who have let your colloquial latin slip a little it basically means never give up. So I was up for the artistic challenge.

Now for a bit of an explainer. Eugoogly reliably tells us that the abbey was established at Buckfast in 1018, originally for Benedictine monks, and later to become home to Cistercians.

Unfortunately, back in 1539 “Non Desistas Non Exieris” did not apply to our Cistercian friends. When Henry VIII finally dissolved the monastery and sequesrated its wealth and religious artifacts, the buildings gradually fell in to ruin. Any acts of non-compliance were literally treated as a pain in the neck, caused by a dirty great axe chopping off your head!

However, the abbey’s fortunes were revived in 1882 due to the arrival of a group of displaced french monks. Indeed using a plan of the ruins and a considerable degree of hard graft, they set about rebuilding the abbey, which was finally re-consecrated in 1932. This really was a remarkable feat and a remarkable story.

The interior of the church is quite magnificent combining medieval design features with relatively modern materials and building techniques.

As a photographer the thing that amazed me was how much light there was. Normally churches and cathedrals are almost pitch black and a real challenge to capture. Not so at Buckfast Abbey, although I did have to resort to the Leica photo app on my iPhone to capture the following shot along the length of the church.

I then switched my mind into 135mm mode and set about capturing some more intimate imagery.

Despite the fact that parking and entry is free, I gave a donation in order to help the monks with the upkeep, thereby ensuring continued unfettered access.

Outside of the church the abbey is set in beautiful grounds. We found a bench on the lawns and devoured our packed lunch before walking the Lavender and Physic gardens, where I managed a few more images, in a manner more suited to 135mm.

What a fabulous place and a note to self to definitely plan a return visit, to avail ourselves of the the rather tasty looking Grange Restaurant and also to spend some proper time exploring their “Monastic Way Exhibition”, an immersive presentation of Benedictine monastic life.

Buckfast is still a working abbey, being home to a community of Roman Catholic Benedictine monks, although I did not see any of the monks during our visit. However, these industrious Benedictines clearly take a libation or three as they produce a drink called Buckfast Tonic Wine.

Well, I am always partial to a glass of red and was keen to purchase a couple of bottles of the old Benedictine marching juice as I felt sure that it would meet the approval of La Tante Sarah, who regular readers will already know, as “Head of Family Hydration”, takes a drink or three herself. However, Mrs. C had been back on Eugoogly and upon further investigation found it to be a “tonic wine”. Fine I said, adopting my usual positive outlook, I can drink anything with tonic and I am particularly partial to wine.

Mrs. C patiently explained that Buckfast Tonic Wine could be used to fuel an F-16. It is a caffeinated alcoholic drink consisting of fortified wine with added caffeine. It is said that one bottle contains as much caffeine as 10 cans of cola…….then she took her foot off my neck!

Eugoogly had also explained that this “aviation fuel” has a very bad image in Scotland where, due to its high alcohol and caffeine content, is thought to be associated with and the cause of much violent and disorderly behavior! This I can well believe as I have walked down Glasgow’s Sauchiehall Street and I am able to verify that some of the locals have not exactly taken the pledge, even at 9 a.m. in the morning!

Although I am of independent mind and king of the Chivers Castle, I decided to forgo the Benedictine marching juice and instead, I shall be sticking to the relative safety of my regular tipple, a pint of Timothy Taylor’s Landlord at the Queens Head pub on the Barbican.

Of course, no day out would be complete without grabbing an image of the beautiful Mrs. C, in the Lavender Garden, looking serene on “The Bench of Contemplation”.

So the motto of todays blog is to always be spontaneous and when in doubt, turn left! Please stay tuned as there are many more adventures to come and we are still only half way through the year.

The weather in Plymouth is still set fair so if I may defer back to the latin, may I wish you all “bonum diem habeatis”; basically have a great day!

Warmest regards from Plymouth U.K.

Summer Tour.........

July 20, 2025

Here in the UK summer has definitely arrived. Temperatures have been soaring into the 30’s and yes, for a country where it rains for 300 days a year, we already have a water shortage and hosepipe bans are now being issued by local authorities. Normal service is resumed!

Enough of my grumbling, it’s summer, the weather is beautiful ( as is Mrs. C ) and we are off on our “Summer Tour”. First stop is a visit to our dear friends Cathie and Nick, whose home is situated in that beautiful part of the U.K. known as The Cotswolds. So we fired up Bucephalus, Mrs. C dialed Carterton in to the sat-nav and we headed off up the A38.

My regular readers will already know that Cathie and Nick were out in Dubai with us. We always have such great times when we are together so no excuse was needed to plan this current visit. Note: readers may wish to read about our last meet-up in my blog of 1st June 2024 entitled “Stourhead”.

On arrival, a bottle of red was un-corked (important things first) and Cathie laid out our itinerary for the visit. It was certainly going to be an exciting couple of days.

In order to capture proceedings I had my Leica Type 246 Monochrom, (one battery only as Leica are unable to supply any batteries and are unable / unwilling to provide any alternative solution - don’t get me started as this is a subject for a whole blog) the superlative Leica 50mm Apo Summicron and for the wide angles, the Leica 28mm Elmarit.

Day one helped me tick-off one of my bucket-list destinations; a visit to the beautiful University town of Oxford. Oxford is steeped in both academia and history. As a photographer who particularly enjoys the monochrome genre, the architecture and lighting of this wonderful city meant that I was definitely in my happy place.

A tip for visitors to Oxford is that it is definitely not built for cars. There is an excellent park and ride service located on the outskirts of town which enables you to leave the car and be shuttled into the town centre for just a few pounds.

Now whilst visiting Oxford there is so much to see. So where to start? Our route was to head toward the famous Bridge of Sighs, taking in the Bodleian Library, The Radcliffe Camera, in order to end up at the Church of St. Marys. From there we would head to the Botanical Gardens.

The High Street dominated by the University Church of St. Mary The Virgin.

I suppose that every town you visit has what I term as “cliché shots and during our visit to Oxford there were plenty. The Bridge of Sighs definitely falls in to that category although I did my best to try and capture it from a different perspective.

Its formal name is the Hertford Bridge and is a skyway joining two parts of Hertford College over New College Lane. It was designed by Thomas Graham Jackson and was completed in 1914. It is commonly referred to as The Bridge of Sighs due to its similarity to the famous other “Bridge of Sighs” in Venice.

Legend has it that many decades ago, a survey relating to the the students of Hertford College indicated that its students were indeed rather over-weight, resulting in the bridge being closed off, forcing them to take the stairs for much-needed exercise. However, I am assured this legend is false and that if the bridge is not used, the students would actually climb fewer stairs. So that’s cleared up that myth then!

The Bodleian Library was founded in 1602 by Sir Thomas Bodley. It is the main research library of the University of Oxford and is one of the oldest libraries in Europe. It is the second largest library in Britain, containing over 13 million printed items.

The building is very striking and was designed by the architects Giles Gilbert Scott & Thomas Holt and is a rather excellent example of English Gothic architecture.

For those whose interests exclude academia and architecture, the Bodleian’s Divinity School was used as a filming location in “Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone” and in subsequent films was transformed into the Hogwart’s Infirmary.

Next to the Bodleian is the Clarendon Building, a rather stunning Neoclassical design by the architect Nicholas Hawksmoor.

During the 1800’s I believe that the building housed the Oxford University Press. However, it now provides offices and meeting spaces (albeit rather on a rather grand scale) for the Bodleian Library.

The Radcliffe Camera is another of Oxford’s iconic landmarks, being part of the central Bodleian Library complex. It was designed in the English Palladian style by the architect James Gibbs and was completed in 1749. It is home to the History Faculty Library.

For those of us who have let our colloquial latin fall in to decline, “camera” in the building’s name has nothing to do with photography but is derived from the Latin meaning “room”.

The building is open to the public but only as part of a pre-booked guided tour.

For me the challenge was to capture this wonderful building whilst including the stunning All Souls College. I think I managed this quite successfully in the following three images.

The Radcliffe Camera - a different perspective.

Radcliffe Camera flanked by All Souls College.

Facing the Radcliffe Camera is the rather magnificent University Church of St. Mary The Virgin. Once I stepped inside and left the hustle and bustle of Oxford, I was able to take a moment for reflection and then try and capture both the beauty and solemnity of this wonderful Church.

The University Church of St. Mary The Virgin.

The internal architecture is, in my opinion, quite magnificent.

This is an Anglican Church, founded circa 1490, is situated on the north side of the High Street and is the centre from which the University of Oxford grew. It was built in the English Gothic style and its steeple rises to a height of 58 meters.

Famously, or should I say infamously, St. Mary’s was the site of the 1555 trial of the Oxford Martyrs, when the bishops Latimer and Ridley and Archbishop Cranmer were tried for heresy and subsequently burnt at the stake. Justice was rather brutal back in the day.

Separating the two main halls of the church is a classical organ, built by the Swiss firm of Metzler Orgelbau in 1986. The only other organ by this famous Swiss organ maker in the UK is located in the chapel of Trinity College Cambridge.

Capturing imagery inside churches is notoriously difficult. Generally the lighting is very poor yet interspersed with bright light via stained glass windows. With the Leica Monochrom Type 246 I have to be so careful not to blow out the highlights.

As I mostly capture images in manual mode, I generally expose for the highlights and bring back the shadows, where appropriate or necessary, in post. With the Leica Monochrom Type 246 I am more than comfortable using ISOs of 6400 up to 10,000.

The following image is my favorite of the entire trip. I believe it captures the peacefulness of the church, embracing the dark shadows with subtle accents from the highlights, which focus on the pipes of the beautiful Metzlar organ. Well that’s what I see but you the reader must be the ultimate judge.

My favorite image from our day in Oxford. A moment of reflection as I embraced the shadows, protected the highlights and enjoyed the tranquility.

Our final stop of the day was a visit to the Oxford Botanical Gardens. As you would expect, the University of Oxford Botanical Garden is the oldest botanical garden in Great Britain and one of the oldest scientific gardens in the world.

The garden was originally founded in 1621 as a physic garden, growing plants of medicinal research. I am told that today it contains over 5,000 different plant species on a site measuring 4.5 acres.

My first job when entering the garden was to find some shade and a cup of coffee. This delightful food truck provided both.

Caffeine was the first order of the day.

Now I am the first to admit that flowers and plants are not always at their best when captured in monochrome. However, I am always up for a challenge. Within the greenhouses there were all sorts of tropical plants that would have been at home back in Jurassic times.

The Botanical Gardens in full bloom with Magdalen Tower in the background.

The Botanical Gardens are bordered by the River Cherwell and as can be seen below is frequented by those who enjoy the gentle pastime of punting. For about 15 seconds I thought about having a go myself. Of course, Mrs. C brought me back to the real world by suggesting that with my poor sense of balance and carrying my precious Leica kit, what could possibly go wrong? Well quite a lot actually so we have made a note to bring the young people next time and have them do all the heavy lifting!

That seemed a most appropriate way to end our day in Oxford. I so enjoyed the visit although I believe we barely scratched the surface of this wonderful city. Memo to me to plan another visit as soon as possible.

Day two involved a visit to Waddesdon Manor. As readers will know, we are huge fans and members of the National Trust and Waddeson Manor is a country house located in the Buckinghamshire village of Waddesdon, owned by the National Trust and managed by the Rothschild Foundation.

This really is a superb property and everywhere we went we could see the influence of the Rothchilds who continue to do everything with a touch of class.

Once you park you have the choice of taking an air-conditioned shuttle bus to the house of taking the 15 minute walk to the house. We chose the latter as the weather was beautiful and the grounds of the house simply delightful.

As always suitable walking shoes, a hat, sunscreen and some water are highly recommended.

As we climbed the steep path at the end of our walk we were blessed with our first view of the house.

The Grade 1 listed house was built between 1874 and 1889 in a mostly Neo-Rennaisance style, for Baron Ferdinand de Rothschild. The design copied a number of features from several French Chateaux and was used by the Rothschilds as a weekend residence to entertain their guests and as a place to house the family’s extensive collection of arts and antiquities.

The Manor and its estate have passed through three generations of the Rothschild family before the house and its contents were bequeathed to the National Trust by James de Rothschild in 1957.

Unusually for the National Trust, the family of James Rothschild continue to manage the house and the Rothschild Foundation, chaired by Dame Hannah Rothschild, continues to invest in the property.

The are extensive collections housed at Waddesdon including art by Gainsborough and Reynolds, a selection of 18th century French carpets and tapestries, ceramics, enamels, books and many other Renaissance treasures.

Being someone who enjoys a glass of red I particularly enjoyed the wine cellar, which is modelled on the private cellars at Chateau Lafite Rothschild. More than 15,000 bottles are stored in the cellars, the majority from the Chateau Lafite Rothschild and Chateau Mouton Rothschild estates. It is the largest private collection of Rothschilds wine with some bottles being valued in the hundreds of thousands of dollars, just above my price limit!

IF you enjoy Chateau Lafitte Rothschild then this is surely heaven.

The gardens are beautiful and extremely well maintained. I particularly enjoyed The Aviary, which was lovingly restored and contained a selection of exotic birds.

Before taking the shuttle bus back to our car we walked down the main drive in order to capture this grand view of the house. It really is a fantastic property and a testament to the partnership of the National Trust and The Rothschild Family.

The Grand Drive and main entrance to the Manor.

Our visit would not have been complete without a team photo.

Team Eagle and Chivers - Always a joy to be together.

Our holiday was pleasantly interrupted by a short visit to London as I had some work to take care off and of course it was an opportunity to take some calories with the young people.

We then headed back down the A3 to the New forest to visit my brother. It was Ladies Day at Salisbury Racecourse and we had decided to put together a family trip, with our beautiful ladies, in order to join in the celebrations.

Unfortunately Simon and Kitty were unable to attend but Kitty, our family advisor on all matters equine, did her research and provided a few recommendations as to potential winners.

“La Famille” testing out the track - with all the heat the going will be firm.

Having tested the track, which due to the recent hot weather was “firm” we headed off to the bar for some light refreshments.

Our stylish punters enjoying the atmosphere and some light refreshments.

Now I am not a betting man so I handed over some cash to Anna and Matthew and trusted them with “investing” said dosh with the expectation and indeed promise of a significant return on my investment.

Unfortunately the investing front was not going well. As we came to the last race I asked Matthew for an update only to be told that it was “a work in progress” and that our last horse was a 40/1 certain winner! Now where I come from 40/1 does not equate to a certain winner.

As we were watching the horses for the final race parading in the paddock they all looked super fit and raring to go, except one……. There was one horse which was crazy-eyed, had flaring nostrils and was frothing at the mouth and was clearly unhappy about participating. I jokingly said to Matthew that I pitied the poor punter that had put his money on that particular nag. Silence ensued which was when I realised that we were the poor punters that had put our money on that absolute cert!!!

All the other horses had left the paddock and were making their way to the start. Meantime our horse, who to avoid being sued for libel we shall name “No Hope” (after Bob Hope’s brother), continued to create a fuss as they had trouble unhitching the cart!

Eventually “No Hope” reached the starting gate and as you have probably guessed was not keen to go in to the stalls. First in and last out and it was clear that our money was on shaky ground. As the winner thundered over the line I timidly enquired where “No Hope” had finished. Matthew pointed down the track and our horse was still en route to the finish line.

I explained to the young people that this was a lesson in life, that the house always wins, that you will never meet a poor bookmaker. Pointing to the bar, I indicated that mine was a large one please!

The final race as they head off to the start…..but where is our horse?

The finish line of misery and unfortunately our horse was not in the frame - I think they forgot to unhitch the cart!

We spent out final couple of days with the Chappels. Our dearest friends and Dubai family were over for a summer holiday. We had a great time walking along Bournemouth beach, a game of crazy golf (more crazy than golf), a fish and chip lunch at Harry Ramsdens and some pictures of the boys to record them continuing to grow up.

The “Cheeky Monkeys” on the Monkey Bars.

We also had a visit to Salisbury. It is one of our favourite cities. Unfortunately we had a bit of an incident with the car and I spent most of the afternoon on the phone to the insurance company. I did manage a couple of images, one of Salisbury Cathedral (see my previous blog of 24th August 2023 entitled “The Tower” ) and the other of the beautiful interior of The Church of St. Thomas Becket. However, with a significant insurance claim in progress and bits hanging off of Bucephalus, my nerves were frazzled and creativity was at a minimum.

The Church of St. Thomas Becket - Salisbury

Our final morning involved taking Claire and Horatio for a morning out at Lymington. The sun was out, there was a gentle breeze and it was the perfect way to end our Summer Tour.

Horatio and Claire watching the wildlife.

What a fantastic ten days we had. We visited some beautiful parts of the country and above all spent precious time with the people we love the most.

Ah yes, as you know no blog would be complete without the “Bench of Contemplation”. I have chosen this image of Mrs. C in Oxford’s Botanical Garden.

Mrs. C found a “Botanical Bench of Contemplation”.

So there we have it. For those of you who have made it this far may I thank you and wish you all an enjoyable summer. More adventures to follow later in the year.

With love and best wishes to you all from a sun-baked Plymouth U.K.

Tintagel............

May 25, 2025

Located on the north coast of Cornwall is the village of Tintagel. The 12th century writings of Geoffrey of Monmouth associated the castle, located on Tintagel Island, with the legend of King Arthur. He places it as the home of Arthur’s mother Igraine and allegedly, it is the place where King Arthur was conceived, thereby making Tintagel one of the contenders for the location of his famous castle, known as Camelot.

Well, with our spell of beautiful weather continuing, Mrs. C and I decided to make a day trip and see this mystical location for ourselves. So we packed a picnic, fired up Bucephalus, dialed Tintagel in to the sat-nav and headed over the Tamar Bridge in to Cornwall.

The drive to Tintangel takes about 1.5 hours and is fairly easy until the last 5 miles or so, at which point the roads start to get very narrow and if you get stuck behind a tractor or camper van, it will be slow going.

When you enter the village of Tintagel there is plenty of parking but just keep driving until you reach the Castle Carpark which is the nearest car park to the castle entrance. We arrived around 10.00 a.m. and there were plenty of parking spaces. This property is managed by English Heritage and best to book tickets online, in advance, and take advantage of the reduced rate of £16 per person.

Now one issue that I must tackle head-on is that there is not actually a castle at Tintagel. I was listening to one American tourist who was bitterly disappointed as he was expecting something which looked like Windsor Castle. Instead, what you will find are the ruins of a 13th century castle and settlement (the castle originally constructed by Richard, Earl of Cornwall), set on an island, surrounded either side by a stretch of sensational Cornish coastline.

In actual fact there are three contenders for the site of the legendary Camelot; Cadbury Castle located in Somerset, Tintagel located in Cornwall and often considered the most plausible, Caerleon in Wales.

None of this matters and should not put you off visiting this wonderful setting.

We set off from the Castle Car Park and there was no queuing as we already had pre-booked online. To his credit the man at the ticket office did pre-warn us that this is a good walk and that some of the paths and stairways are very steep. So pack sturdy walking shoes, a sun hat and plenty of water.

As we walked down the steep hill to the visitors centre the weather was beautiful and the walk very easy. However, always remember that walking down to somewhere also requires you to walk back uphill on the return…..hold that thought!

As we came to a fork in the path we had a choice to make, left or right? Right continued downhill to the visitor centre, cafe and beach, left takes you to the formal entrance and the bridge on to the Island. Now you can’t get on to the island from the beach or visitor centre and will have to walk back up the steep hill, so I would recommend taking the left path and heading directly for the bridge and going straight on to the island.

My one disappointment was that the bridge connecting the mainland to the Island was under repair. You still walk across it but aesthetically and from a photographic standpoint, it took the edge of many of the images that I wanted to capture.

As regular readers will know, Mrs. C does not like heights but to her credit she treated the bridge as a life challenge. Through gritted teeth and holding my hand so tightly that I still have the nail marks imprinted like a tattoo, she bravely made it across. Well done Mrs. C! The alternative was an ultra steep set of stairs, which in fact were blocked off on the day of our visit. We subsequently found out that they use a one-way system, so we couldn’t have used the alternate route anyway.

I did grab an image of the Island from the entrance to the bridge and you will note a wall in the bottom right. This was to be our lunch spot. More on that later.

Our eventual picnic spot is the wall bottom right….hold that thought!

Once on the Island itself the views are spectacular. There are ruins of buildings and remnants of the original castle walls surrounded by the beautiful Cornish coastline.

Once you reach the plateau of the Island it is quite flat and rugged and whilst we had very sunny weather, I imagine it would be even more dramatic and moody on a windy, wintery Cornish afternoon.

The plateau of the Island with St. Materiana’s Church in the distance.

The stand-out feature on the plateau of the island is the Gallos Statue. Standing at 8 feet tall, this is a bronze sculpture by Rubin Eynon, in the form of a ghostly male figure wearing a crown and holding a sword.

The site owner, English Heritage, state that the statue is not meant to represent a single person and that it is reflective of the general history of the site. However, I believe it is a very dramatic piece of art and combines very well with the legend of King Arthur.

This is obviously a magnet for tourists who all seem to want to take the obligatory selfie, whilst standing next to the statue. I felt that it was best represented as a dark solitary figure and managed a quiet moment to capture the statue from different angles. We had a very bright sunny clouds but would love to have had a stormy Cornish winters day with dramatic clouds. Oh well, that is for the next visit.

And another legend……yours truly with Mrs. C behind the camera.

Regular readers will know that Mrs. C, a.k.a. “Columbus” takes care of all things navigational. However, whenever I see the analogue sat-nav in view I know we have a problem.

In this case the problem was where we should stop for lunch! Always a nice problem to have, until I found out the chosen destination.

This means trouble, Mrs. C consulting the analogue sat-nav.

Really? - The route to our picnic lunch - ultra steep and barely wide enough to walk down.

Mrs. C had chosen a very quiet spot next to the “Iron Gate”. You only realize why it is quiet when you try and walk down the very steep, narrow path, with a ruck-sack on your back and carrying about 5,000 quids worth of camera gear! However, once we had arrived it proved to be the perfect spot for a quiet picnic.

Another perspective, the path down to the “Iron Gate”.

Renovations to the bridge kind of took the edge of the images.

All good things come to an end and my “Guinevere” found the way out.

The path to the exit - not for the feint of heart.

As we approached the exit I saw another path leading down to a small beach. This was our next destination as Mrs. C continued her search for something for her “nature pocket”.

Mrs. C beachcombing for the nature pocket.

I have to say that we had a fabulous three hours or so exploring Tintagel Island. The only thing I would say is that you have to have a certain degree of fitness as it is a good walk and there are some very steep paths that you have to follow.

The sun was beating down and we still had a very steep 600 meter walk back to the car. Fortunately, half way up the path, we came across this lovely mobile ice cream parlor which was definitely a life saver.

Ah yes, the “Bench of Contemplation”. In this case Mrs. C, who hates heights, is contemplating what she is going to do to me after I persuaded her to allow me to take her image whilst sitting on a rock with a step drop down a cliff with waves crashing on rocks below. I didn’t capture waves crashing on rocks bit as I was too nervous to go near the edge!

I do hope you enjoyed joining us on our visit to Tintagel and if you are ever in this neck of the woods, be sure to make a visit.

I can’t believe we are already in May but for sure, Mrs. C and I have lots planned for the remainder of the year. So see you all again soon and warmest regards from Plymouth U.K.

Killerton...........

May 16, 2025

Regular readers will already know that Mrs.C and I are great supporters of the National Trust and we have been slowly working our way around the properties that are situated within an hour or so’s drive from Plymouth.

Well, whilst Devon was experiencing a bout of glorious weather, we needed no excuse for a visit to Killerton, an 18th century house and estate located about an hour away, just outside of Exeter. So we packed a picnic, fired up Bucephalus, dialed Killerton in to the sat-nav and headed up the A38.

From a photography standpoint I packed my standard National Trust kit; the Leica SL2 and manually adapted Leica 50mm Noctilux F0.95. I use this kit when I visit National Trust properties because they are often very dark inside, flash photography is never allowed in the properties, the Noctilux gives me plenty of versability throughout the apertures (although F0.95 is where the magic happens) and with 47 megapixels the SL2 has stunning image quality with plenty of opportunity for cropping.

Killerton was the home of one family, the Aclands, from the late 17th century until 1944. During their tenure the family transformed the original Tudor home into a rather grand Georgian and latterly Victorian Estate.

I found the house to be grand yet very livable. It has been through three key modifications:

In 1778 when the 7th Baron, Sir Thomas Acland expanded the Tudor house.
The early 19th Century when the 10th Baronet and his wife Lady Lydia expanded the house to suit their growing family.
The final modifications, carried out by the 12th Baronet and his wife Lady Gertrude at the turn of the 20th Century.

The current layout of the house reflects the 1920’s and the time of Sir Francis, the 14th Baronet.

The Killerton Estate was transferred to the National Trust in 1944 by Sir Richard Acland and his wife Lady Anne, primarily due to their political beliefs. This gift made Killerton one of the largest bequests that the National Trust had received.

The Family motto “Inebranlable” which means “Unshakeable”.

As you wander around the home you realize that this is a real home, that was lived-in and used. It takes you back to the glorious 1920’s and I would be very happy to move in tomorrow (not sure I could afford the council tax though!).

Anyone for a glass of fizz, Moet of course!

When visiting these properties I always like to grab a few images of the dining table as it shows how they used to live. I would say the Aclands were refined yet practical.

Now that’s how I like my eggs, served with a sprinkling of noctilux bokeh.

The house also contains the largest fashion collection within the National Trust. There is always a curated exhibition on display and during our visit, the first floor of the house took us back to the swinging 1920’s.

The complete guide for fancy dress in the 1920’s.

Having enjoyed the main house immensely it was time to head out in to the garden and surrounding estate.

The house is situated within 6,400 acres and was originally designed by John Veitch and was very much influenced by the famous Capability Brown. The grounds have a rich acidic soil and a microclimate that promotes the growth of camellias, magnolia, rhododendrons and a host of other exotic plants and trees.

The garden is a very good walk and so stout shoes, a sun hat and some form of hydration is advised.

There are plenty of benches throughout the estate and we managed to find a rather secluded bench, in the heart of the woods, where we were able to enjoy our picnic amongst the glorious surroundings.

Oh dear, problems with the analogue sat-nav!

The Killerton estate has its own Chapel. It’s a grade 1 listed building in a beautiful setting. It was designed by the architect C.R. Cockerel, under the commission of the 10th Baronet, Sir Thomas Acland, in 1841.

A gentle walk around the house and grounds takes about 3 hours and was an absolute pleasure.

Ah yes, I even managed to capture Mrs. C on “The Bench of Contemplation”.

I hope you have enjoyed joining us on our visit to Killerton. So if you are ever in Devon and passing by Exeter, be sure to pay a visit to Killerton.

With warmest regards from a very sunny Plymouth U.K.

Caminito Del Rey............

April 17, 2025

Now as regular readers will already know our creative travels normally involve museums, art galleries, the odd church, all intermingled with various coffee stops, lunch stops and of course the odd restorative bottle of the local red marching juice.

However, for our Andalucian adventure we had our sister-in-law Jackie with us. She is most definitely “action girl” and during this trip she had quietly acquiesced to our usual sight seeing routine as long as we agreed to do the Caminito Del Rey. I mean how hard could it be and the “Dangerous Brothers” have never been one to back down from a challenge. So, Jackie had booked it. Meantime Mrs. C (the only sane one amongst us) was unanimous that she was not going to take part in this “fools errand” and instead would stay at the visitor center with a good book and a glass of red.

The Caminito Del Rey literally means “The King’s Little Path”. Nestled in the gorges of the central part of Malaga province and about 60 kms north of Malaga city, the Caminito Del Rey is a rather unique one-way trail, running along walkways that literally cling to sheer cliff faces.

It was built between 1901 and 1905 as a service path for workers at the hydro-electric power plants in the Gaitanes Gorge connecting the Chorro and Gaitanejo reservoirs. It gained its name after King Alfonso XIII walked along it in 1921, during the inauguration of the Conde Del Guadalhorce dam.

Indeed, this little adventure is surprisingly popular so if you are mad enough to want to do it, you will need to book a few months in advance to be sure to secure a spot.

We arrived at the carpark (at the top a long winding drive up a mountain) only to then buy a Euro 2.50 per person bus ticket to take you some 2.5 km back down the mountain to the northern access. Remember to keep your bus ticket as it is a return journey…..hold that thought! Upon arrival you show you tickets and be sure not to be late as you have an allotted time and miss it at your peril.

You are then told to hike some 500m back up the mountain (are you sensing a theme here) to enter the trail via an 800 meter tunnel.

Not an ideal start if you don’t like the dark, tunnels or enclosed spaces.

Ah, I forgot to mention that this hike is considered “moderately difficult” so dress like you are attempting the north face of the Eiger and if you don’t like tunnels, the dark, heights, suffer from vertigo or claustrophobia and would wish to avoid potentially falling into a rushing gorge of water from a height of anywhere between 40 meters and 100 meters, then this little escapade is probably not for you. I am not selling it am I :-)

Once through the tunnel you have a twenty minute gentle hike to the mustering point. The hike is guided and we chose one of the English speaking tours. We were then sorted in to groups of 20 and given a radio headphone listening device, so that we were in communication with our guide. We were also given a climbing helmet, which we were told was compulsory and should be worn at all times.

Our guide then took us through the do’s and don’ts whilst casually mentioning that due to safety reasons, and numerous fatalities, the hike had been closed for a period. However all was now ok especially if we kept our helmets on!

Safety briefing from our intrepid guide.

With all the formalities completed we set off.

All smiles at the start of the hike with my trusty Leica M10P and 50mm summilux.

The hike started off quite gently. It appears that here are two canyons, the first where the walkway rises to about 40 meters above the river and then the second, where the path rises to 100 meters!

I must say that the path is sufficiently wide enough that for those with a modest fear of heights, you can feel moderately at ease as your fingernails dig in to the cliff face.

The first canyon - a false sense of security.

Things starting to get higher and the path narrower.

All of a sudden the scenery starts to get dramatic.

Well all was going smoothly, if not a little gingerly, as I managed to manually focus the M10P whilst trying not to fall to a watery grave. The scenery was awesome and the surrounding cliffs enormous. As I looked up I could see eagles circling. Hmm, perhaps they were waiting for their lunch!
Then we came upon a bridge, or should I say a narrow slab of concrete spanning the gorge. Our guide could sense the rise in panic amongst the group and assured us that this bridge was closed on account that people kept falling off it!

Nope, there is no way I am going across that!

Thankfully we then came to a rest-stop and we took the opportunity to take a drink and nourishment. I forgot to mention you will want a day pack with some essential nutrients such as crisps (well unlike my doctor I think crisps are an essential nutrient), a chocolate bar or three and of course some water. There are no bins for waste so what you carry in you carry out.

Lunch of Champions as Phil breaks out the Twix bar.

As we were walking along the path our guide provided a running commentary about the flora and fauna. Indeed he seemed fixated about the wild onions that were growing along the trail. According to him if you eat them they will kill you in a few minutes. However, for those “gentlemen of a certain age" who might suffer from haemorrhoids, sticking the leaves where the sun don’t shine apparently has quite restorative effects and can cause the aforesaid items to retreat and seek a safe haven in quite short order. So that’s all good then!

We were now about half way and the temperature had risen considerably so in all seriousness you do need a good supply of water to avoid dehydration.

We then came across the Cortijo de Hoyo, a refuge, now in ruins. It was apparently where the railway workers stayed whilst they built the railway along the opposite side of the gorge. It had clearly seen better times. Allegedy there was once a family who lived here and the wife had given birth to 13 children. Just shows the benefits of no T.V. or internet!

The Cortijo de Hoyo with the train line running behind.

At this point we entered the second phase of our walk and things started to get serious as our path rose to 100 meters above the river below. We could see part of the old trail below us and no wonder so many people had died using it.

Thats definitely a train journey I would like to take.

You can see the original path underneath the new path.

In all seriousness it was getting higher and narrower by the minute and my heart rate began to rise considerably. Then ahead I could see a platform that jutted out in to the abyss where we were invited to take photos.

A photo opportunity apparently - especially if you are nuts!

The Dangerous Brothers always rise to a challenge - then we realized the platform had a glass floor!

Yes we managed a picture on the platform courtesy of our guide who then said “don’t look down”. So naturally we all looked down and realized that we were on a glass platform 100 meters up. This was my first wobble of the day but I sucked it up and was determined to press on. I mean how much worse could it get?

Well apparently a lot worse. There is only one way out of the Caminito Del Rey and that is a bridge that spans 40 metres across the gorge and 100 metres above the river and rocks below. In his Spanish lilt our guide said it would not be a problem as the bridge does not swing from side to side, only up and down. So that’s all good then.

Well our guide was smiling when he said it was safe.

At this point we had a team meeting. Phil said that because I was the eldest that I should go first and that I shouldn’t worry as they would be right behind me; about 40 meters behind me.

Big mistake posing for a selfie as I looked down. Did you know that adrenaline is brown!

And away…….As the eldest I shouldered my responsibility and crossed the rubicon.

Little brother may be smiling but I wouldn’t want to be the one standing behind him!

So we made it through the Caminito Del Rey. The guide said that after the bridge the final 500 meters would be the easiest….I think not.

We then all met up and everyone was smiling and much more relaxed, until our guide said that we now had a gentle 1 km hike back to where the bus would collect us and take us back to our car.

In fact although the scenery was very pleasant the adrenaline rush was wearing off and the last 1 km was actually the hardest.

On reflection I am really glad we pushed ourselves and did this challenge. It was really like swimming the channel; I enjoyed it so much that I never want to do it again!

Well what a fantastic way to end our Andalucian adventure. I can’t help but feel that we have only scratched the surface of this wonderful part of Spain. I do hope you have enjoyed joining us and that I may have tempted you to book a flight and explore this wonderful country.

All the very best from Plymouth U.K.

Fabulous Alhambra..........

April 15, 2025

For those of you who have read my previous two blogs you will know what an action packed time we were having during our magical mystery tour of Spain’s wonderful region of Andalucia. Marbella, Mijas, Ronda, Jerez, Cadiz and Seville. How could we possibly top that?

Well our next and final destination was most probably the one for which we had all been secretly waiting. We were heading in to the high country of the Sierra Nevada, to visit Granda and more specifically, the Al Hambra Palace.

The drive to Granada was a couple of hours and as the altitude increased the air temperature became cooler.

Granada is an interesting place; it is not pedestrianised but many of the roads only allow authorised vehicles. So, once you have booked your hotel, ring ahead before entering the town and make sure you take the designated route or else prepare for the fine!

Our hotel was called Sercotel Palacio De Los Gamboa and was located in the centre of town. They were super organized and had provided detailed written instructions from the edge of town, including pictures of landmarks and the correct roads to take. Even with all of that guidance we still had a couple of squeaky bottom moments. Once we had parked the car securely in their underground car park we breathed a sigh of relief, checked in and had a cold beer!

We had arrived early evening and the weather was looking really mixed with dark clouds and intermittent rain forecasted. However, we weren’t going to give in to a bit of bad weather and after all, we do live in Plymouth, where it has been known to suffer its own share of wind and rain.

Given that we only had a few hours of light left we decided to head directly to the Mirador de San Nicolas, which is said to offer one of the best panoramic views of Granada as well as the famous Al Hambra Palace.

It took us a good 30 minutes of slogging uphill to reach the church but it was well worth it. For this particular visit and with the light beginning to fade it was all about getting the best view of Alhambra.

We found a lovely bar called El Balcón de San Nicolás. We only wanted a drink and they welcomed us on to their lovely terrace. Following our Jerez experience we ordered chilled sherry and peanuts and then enjoyed the view of the Alhambra, and what a view!

The best view of Al Hambra from the terrace of El Balcón de San Nicolás.

The best way to enjoy Al Hambra Palace, from a terrace with a glass of chilled sherry.

The next morning we were up early to enjoy an 8.00 a.m. cafe con leche and a pastry from one of the local bakeries. Our hotel had recommended we book a taxi to take us the short drive to the Alhambra. It is only a 5 minute drive but if you decide to walk it will take you a good 40 minutes and it is all uphill. I think it was the best five euros we spent whilst in Granada.

Having been deposited at the entrance to Alhambra, we scanned our tickets and passed through the entry check. Our ticket allowed us to download an audio guided tour. However you needed earphones, which we we had conveniently forgotten and the guide seemed to be eating our phones’ data. So we deleted this and pressed on.

The Al Hambra Palace is located on a rocky hill, on the banks of the river Darro, protected by mountains and surrounded by forest and stands as a testament to Moorish civilization.

Although originally constructed for military purposes, in the 13th century, after the establishment of the Nasrid Kingdom, it became the royal residence of King Mohammed Ibn Yusuf Ben Hamar (better known as Alhamar). The name Alhambra originates from the arabic meaning red or vermillion. The Alhambra became a Christian court in 1492 when the Catholic Monarch conquered Granada.

We spent almost 5 hours walking around the palace and its grounds. I wholeheartedly recommend you book an early ticket slot in order to avoid the crowds (even out of season it was busy) and as the sun rises so does the temperature.

Alhambra is not a singular palace but an entire complex housing Renaissance and medieval palaces and courtyards, all within one fortress.

We decided to visit the Nasrid Palace first in order to beat the crowds. You have a designated time and they will not let you in before this in order to limit the number of people. This shows proper organisation and provides for a much better viewing experience, unlike the Real Alcazar in Seville.

After the Nasrid Palace we enjoyed the beautiful gardens before visiting the Kasbah, a fortress at the western tip of the Al Hambra complex. A climb to the top of the high tower is very much recommended as the views are superb. Our tour was completed by a climb up to the Generalife which provided spectacular views of the Alhambra as well as Granada itself.

There is plenty online which provides in-depth information about the history of this wonderful complex. From my perspective, it was simply a beautiful walk where my photographer’s eye was constantly treated to image after image. Let me now provide you with a tour of Alhambra through my eyes.

A gentle stroll through the gardens as your enter the complex.

You guessed it, out with the analogue sat-nav.

Beautiful architecture and wonderful light and shadows.

The detail in these archways is something to behold.

I waited for 15 minutes to get a clear view for this image.

Can you imagine having this as your home?

The Palacio de Carlos V - I just loved the light and shade.

The view from mid-way up the Torre de la Vela.

View from the top with the snow-capped Sierra Nevada mountains in the distance.

The Al Hambra Complex and rooftops of Granada from the Generalife.

Well I hope this gives you a flavour of the beautiful Alhambra. The visit was everything it promised to be and I look forward to going back and visiting it over a couple of days so that I may spend quality time in each area of the complex.

So there you have it, the climax of our Andalucian tour……or was it? Well during the drive back to Marbella we had one last detour. So if you want to see my nerves tested to their limits look out for my next blog “Caminito Del Rey”.

Warmest regards from Plymouth U.K.

Maravilloso Andalusia (Part 2)...........

April 10, 2025

After our initial exploration of Marbella, Mijas and the wonderful Ronda, it was time to head down south.

Our initial destination was to be Jerez, but enroute we wanted to pass by the port town of Tarifa and take a look at the Atlantic coastline.

Given that we were under no time constraints we decided to take a steady drive along the coast road. As we turned a bend we caught our first glimpse of Gibraltar. In fact, we had decided that we would give Gibraltar a miss, mainly due to the fact that Phil and Jackie had already visited and that the prospect of a lengthy queue at Spanish customs, both in and out, held no joy for me.

Our first glimpse of Gibraltar rising in the distance.

As we arrived in Tarifa I decided to take an image of the welcome sign. Good job really as the town offered little appeal and we couldn’t find anywhere to park. It really just seemed like a transit point to and from Africa. So we about-turned and departed in short order.

A little disappointed but never defeated, we exited Tarifa, turned left and headed off along the coast road. We eventually managed to find a left turn which ended up taking us to a long sandy beach from where I managed to obtain a much more scenic view of Tarifa, with the shadow of Africa rising in the background.

Having had the strong Atlantic breeze clear the cobwebs we pressed on and found a super little cafe to enjoy our usual Spanish breakfast of tostada con tomate and a steaming cafe con leche.

After breakfast we again turned left only to be immediately stopped by the local constabulary who were clearly on the look-out for nefarious types. However, when the officer looked through the window of our car and saw me cradling the Leica M10P he gave me a smile and waved us on. Clearly a man who knows style when he sees it.

We pressed on and eventually parked up, walked through a small forest in the direction of the sea and came across a secluded headland, which really provided some wonderful views of this un-spoilt stretch of the Spanish coast.

We found an abandoned boat that clearly had been used for some illegal activity but provided my resident model with a good opportunity for an impromptu photo-shoot.

You can see from the amount of wind turbines lining the mountain tops that this area of Spain has a strong and constant wind (a bit like me according to Mrs. C). Indeed, it seems to be a mecca for kite surfers although, it is a brave man that ventures out in to that Atlantic surf.

As we stared out across the Straits of Gibraltar, in search of the coast of Africa, my 50 mm summilux managed to capture a rather pleasing shot of my little brother.

This must have been what Spain had been like before the advent of mass-tourism and high-rise beach hotels. We could have stayed by this part of the coast all day but “when needs must the devil drives” and we wanted to hit Jerez by mid-afternoon.

Indeed, our accommodation in Jerez was the beautiful “Villa Jerez”, located a 15 minute walk from the centre of town. This is a converted villa, set in its own grounds and is an absolutely perfect location for a stay in Jerez and as a base to visit other nearby towns.

The rooms were superb and the staff absolutely wonderful. I must give a warm thanks to the lovely Reyes, who went above and beyond the call of duty to help us during our stay. Moreover, it had its own free secure parking, something that is difficult to find when driving around this part of Spain. So this meant we could forget about the car and head off into town, á pied, in search of afternoon refreshments.

I was keen to line the old stomach as that evening we had booked a sherry tour and so I wanted to ensure that I was fully prepared for maximum tasting. We did find a very nice bar which served an excellent beer and a tapas of slow-cooked braised ox cheeks. Yes, uncle Phil and I were in our happy places.

Jerez is located in what is known as the “Sherry Triangle”, an area in the province of Cádiz between the cities of Jerez, Sanlúcar de Barrameda and El Puerto de Santa Maria. Like most of these Andalucian cities it has its old quarter, which in the case of Jerez surrounds an 11th century Moorish fortress known as Alcázar de Jerez. We have put that on the list for our next visit to Jerez.

The city is also the home of the famed riding school, The Royal School of Equestrian Art. Much to our disappointment there were no shows during the period of our stay and so this is one of many reasons for a return visit.

One thing I immediately noticed about Jerez was that the roads were lined with beautiful orange trees. Apparently the oranges, of which there are a plentiful supply, are often bitter and not intended for eating.

The trees are planted for purely ornamental purposes and to create some shade. I am reliably informed that any tampering with these trees or their fruit is liable to result in having your collar felt by the local constabulary. So enjoy their fragrance and the shade and nothing else!

Rather a nice little pub for when the sun falls below the yard-arm.

For a photographer, one of the key areas in most Spanish cities to offer photographic potential is the local market. Jerez is no exception and the Mercado Central de Abastos was a bustling hub of fish, meat and vegetable sellers.

One particular fish monger seemed to be “speed filleting” whilst singing out loud. He was happy to demonstrate his skills for my camera and upon enquiry it seems his song was a traditional Spanish fisherman’s song, the title of which roughly translated as, “She was only the fishmonger’s daughter, but she laid on the slab and said fillet”. Hmmm……I told him that I believed that they sing a not dissimilar version in our local Plymouth fish market!

Olé - An expert fish filleter demonstrates his skills.

The theme of sherry making is everywhere.

As previously mentioned, we had decided to book a sherry tour. There are many on offer but our choice was the Bodegas Fundador. Founded in 1730, this is the oldest winery in Jerez and has been closely linked with the Domecq name since its earliest days. The winery is now owned by Andrew Tan, the wealthiest businessman in the Philippines.

The tour is really interesting and you are taken through the whole process of sherry and brandy making. The sherry is stored / aged in oak barrels. Interestingly, they loan some of the really old barrels (up to 200 years old) to the fine whisky maker Macallan’s, who age their whiskey in them to give it that “unique” taste.

Another reason that we chose Bodegas Fundador is that they hold a warrant from the British royal family and are makers of the famous Harvey’s Bristol Cream.

Following our tour we tasted some traditional Harvey’s Bristol Cream, which they serve over ice and with a slice of orange. It really is a rather nice way to drink it. We also tasted one of their aged brandies which they served over ice with a ginger beer. Again this was quite delicious and both drinks may form part of the summer apéro selection chez Chivers.

The only thing I would say is that Bodegas Fundador is in a slightly sketchy part of town. Given that the tasting does not finish until 9.30 p.m., and if like me your manual focussing skills may have become somewhat impaired after tasting copious amounts of sherry and brandy, do as we did and ask them to call you a taxi.

Very traditional and still a major producer of very fine sherry.

40,000 barrels of sherry and brandy are stored in this one cellar.

Some aged and signed barrels of the really good stuff.

The next morning some of us awoke as fresh as a daisy whilst one of us, not mentioning any names or wishing to cast aspersions, had one of their famed “heads”.

After a cooked breakfast (I took the kill or cure approach) we decided to go on a day-trip to nearby Cádiz. The drive was very easy and takes about 30 mins.

The approach to Cádiz is over the rather spectacular “La Pepa Bridge” (also known as as the Constitution of 1812 Bridge). At a total length of 3,092 meters it is the longest bridge in Spain and provided me with my first keeper of the day.

Perhaps it was being on the Atlantic coast and being so adjacent to Africa but Cádiz had a completely different feel to it and I knew it was going to be my sort of town.

Cádiz is believed to be the oldest continuously inhabited city in Western Europe, starting around 1100 BC with its Phoenician founding as “Gadir” and followed by Roman, Moorish and Spanish rule.

Its strategic location allowed it to develop as a major port and encouraged trade. It also became well known as the departure point for the second voyage of Christopher Columbus to the Americas. As a result the city went on to become the sole port with a monopoly over Spanish trade with the Americas.

Once again a city of narrow streets where you must embrace the shadows and enjoy the highlights and above all, always remember to look behind you.

I was keen to find a more panoramic view of the city. This was provided by a visit to the Torre Tavira. This is the highest point in the old part of town. A ticket costs about 8 euros per person and is well worth the money. There is also a camera obscura but unfortunately all the slots were booked and that is something I would book in advance next visit.

Clearly, if you do not like heights then this is not for you but from the top of the tower you have a super 360 degree view of Cádiz.

Rooftops of Cadiz with Catedral de Santa Cruz in the distance.

Rooftops of Cadiz - a game of two halves.

Rooftops of Cadiz with La Pepa bridge in the distance.

As you now know every day on a Chivers tour revolves around food. Phil managed to find a very interesting restaurant in the heart of the old town called Casa Lazo. The owner really knew his stuff and in minutes we were seated, drinks arrived followed by a large sharing plate of grilled sardine, red snapper and sole. This was followed by a main course of grilled sea bream and freshly fried hand-cut chips, all washed down with lashings of the local beer. A perfect way to end a perfect day.

We had seen enough to know that we will be returning to Cádiz for an extended stay as we had such a wonderful time without even scratching the surface.

Our final destination for this phase of our trip was Seville. Again Jerez proved to be an excellent central point to stay as the drive from Jerez to Seville was only 1 hour 15 mins.

We had booked to stay at the hotel Las Casas De La Judeira. The hotel is located near the centre of the historic old town and simply getting to this hotel by car involved google maps par excellence and a strong nerve, as the roads are really busy and super narrow.

Rooms are grouped around quiet leafy courtyards.

We had a nice stay at the hotel which is basically a complex of interwoven dwellings in the old Jewish quarter. The rooms are indispersed with leafy courtyards and flagstone alleyways.

We were so excited to stay here and whilst we had no specific complaints we felt slightly underwhelmed as it really did not live up to its hype (also it was twice the cost of our other hotels).

The main reception building is quite stunning, especially the Piano bar on the first floor, which by the way serves a rather excellent martini. However I honestly felt that the rest of the hotel is rather tired and in need of a thorough update and renovation. I am glad we had the experience but next time we will stay somewhere different for sure. Indeed, Seville has so much to offer but of all the places we visited, I felt this was the first city we were treated like a tourist rather than a guest.

On our first afternoon in Seville the weather was really unsettled but we braved the rain and took the 20 minute walk to the Plaza de Espana. This grand building was built in 1928 and designed by Anibal Gonzalez and was built to showcase Spain’s industry and technology exhibits at the 1929 Worlds Fair.

You will see from the pictures below that the complex is in the form of a huge half circle, accessible by four bridges over a moat, which represent the ancient kingdoms of Spain. In the centre is the Vicente Traver Fountain. Many tiled alcoves were built to represent different provinces of Spain.

The modern renovation of this stunning building has been adapted for use as government offices for various government agencies.

A simply stunning piece of architecture.

The next morning the weather broke, we had clear skies and the temperature rose a few notches. This was fortuitous as our morning was to be spent at the wonderful Royal Alcázar of Seville.

I didn’t realise that this is Europe’s oldest royal place that is still in use. We had pre-booked tickets and you must bring a printed copy of the ticket plus your passport to gain entry. Even with tickets there are long queues so be sure not to miss your ticket slot.

Bearing in mind that our visit was out of season, there were a tremendous number of tour parties so I can’t imagine what it must be like during high season.

This palace was formerly the site of the Islamic-era citadel of the city. Construction commenced in the 10th century and then developed in to a larger palace complex in the 12th and 13th centuries.

After the Castillian conquest of the city in 1248, the site underwent a rebuild in the Mudéjar-style and most of the Islamic-era structured disappeared. It is now widely regarded as the preeminent example of the Mudéjar style in the Iberian Peninsular. For those of you who have visited the Al Hambra Palace in Ganada, you will note a striking similarity.

Through the main gate and I am already enjoying the light and shadows.

Stunning architecture - not dissimilar to Al Hambra Palace.

I found the initial main buildings badly organized from a visitors perspective. There were people everywhere, with no orderly flow, which meant it was very difficult to fully appreciate the beauty of the place.

Then we walked out in to the main gardens which is really where the magic happens. The gardens are simply enchanting and we spent over an hour enjoying their beauty and tranquility.

As someone who enjoys capturing imagery in black and white, I am always looking for shadows and reflections. The underground Baños de Maria de Padilla provided complete calm from the frenetic activity in the palace and I love this image of the reflection in the vaulted bathing area.

Without a doubt I plan to return to the Royal Alcázar and next time I will take one of the guided tours so that I can fully appreciate the internal parts of the palace.

Now after all that sightseeing food was the next order of the day. In one of the bars we ordered drinks and tapas and I received a lesson from Chef Ricardo Miró on how to correctly carve Iberico ham. He was so precise and not a scrap was wasted. My problem is that I eat as much as I carve!

After lunch we continued our walk and came across The Metropol Parasol, alternatively referred to as Setas de Sevilla (“Mushrooms of Seville”). This is a large, predominantly wood structure, located at La Incarnation Square.

The structure was designed by the German architect Jürgen Mayer and was completed in 2011. Although this structure is Seville’s third most visited urban landmark, I find it very much out of keeping with the style and design of the rest of Seville’s old quarter. Then again, I am a man of a certain age!

I had another cause for celebration whilst in Seville, my 62nd birthday. Incredible I hear you say, the old boy doesn’t look a day over 45! Well as you know I rarely photograph dinners as red wine and manual focus are mutually exclusive. However, as I “poured” out of the restaurant the family paparazzi managed to snap an image of me in my happy place!

I left Seville nursing a hangover and pondering about how to structure a return visit. I really enjoyed Seville but retained a hint of disappointment that we did not do it the justice it deserved. Now we have had a taste of what is on offer a return visit can surely be planned accordingly.

We then headed off to Granada via an un-planned stop in Cordoba. A mid-morning coffee and sandwich was in order and given our lack of schedule we were free to make a quick detour.

Imagery by Leica, hydration by Cruzcampo.

As a result of Cordoba being literally a coffee break, there was no time to visit the beautiful Mezquita Catedral de Cordoba. Once again, this tour was a taster and for sure convinced us that a return visit is definitely required.

As we enjoyed a coffee a very friendly local spotted my Leica and came over to chat. He was clearly a big Leica fan. Once more evidence of the global Leica community.

So Cordoba brought the 2nd part of our Andalucian adventure to a close. However, there was so much more still to come as we headed off to Granada and the highlight of our tour, a visit to the famed Al Hambra Palace.

See you all again soon and warmest regards from Plymouth U.K.

Maravilloso Andalucia............

April 4, 2025

I have been traveling to Spain since I was a boy, both on family holidays and to visit my mum and dad who made Spain their home. So for me Spain was never about a holiday as such, it was about going home to spend time with family.

Now that we have a little more time on our hands Mrs. C and I, accompanied by my brother Phil and his wife Jackie, decided to put together an Andalucian extravaganza, as we drove around southern Spain to visit Marbella, Ronda, Cadiz, Jerrez, Sevilla and Granada. This was to be a trip to give us a taster for the area and an exploration of the culture of the region, rather than the traditional Brits on tour. With Mrs. C undertaking her usual military style planning we knew we were in for a wonderful time.

So we fired up Bucephalus, headed up the A38 to Bournemouth and we all boarded Ryan Air to Malaga.

A travel tip for budding visitors, check out Helle Hollis for your car rental (no sponsorship involved). They were superb. They collected us from Malaga airport, took us the 5 minute drive to their car hire centre and made the whole process pain free.

Fortunately, Jackie has a beautiful family home in Marbella, so for the first few days this was our base from which we were able to explore Marbella, neighbouring Mijas and take a day trip to Ronda.

For this visit I was traveling light and so for photographic purposes I was using the Leica M10P with the 50mm Summilux (pus 4 stop ND filter incase things got really bright) and for those wider images the 28mm Elmarit f2.8. So all in all a very compact little unit with two of my favorite lenses.

Now as regular readers know the Chivers Army marches firmly on its stomach and so for our first morning it was off to Marbella and a walk along the corniche to find somewhere for coffee and breakfast.

An early morning stroll along the Marbella corniche.

The girls headed straight for the Marbella Club jetty.

It didn’t take long to find a breakfast bar and so it was the Catalan breakfast for me; toast accompanied by olive oil, crushed tomato, a sprinkling of salt and lashings of Iberico ham, all washed down with a steaming cup of café con leche.

The one thing you notice in a country with a real cafe culture is that coffee is so reasonably priced. A café con leche clocks in at Euro 1.50 (about £1.27 at current exchange rates). I am not sure how that works in the UK where it is becoming almost impossible to buy an Americano for less than Euro 4.00. Someone is ripping someone off for sure.

A Michael Portillo moment - Phil in his happy place contemplating his choice of breakfast.

Breakfast view with angry clouds over Marbella beach.

The corniche is a bit old school but still super popular with the tourists.

As we headed toward the old town we came across the Avenida Del Mar, which contains 10 bronze sculptures by the old master himself, Salvador Dali. I would refer regular readers to my blog of 15th April 2018, “La Gare de Perpignan - Centre Du Monde,” where I was first introduced to the works of the old master.

One can only wonder what was in the mind of the great master?

After trying to see inside of the mind of Salvador Dali, never an easy task, we came to Parque de La Alameda and time for a team photo.

Could this be a team bench of contemplation?

Now the good thing about having my brother with us is that he is a good looking chap and is always up for a bit of model work. Here we see him just outside of Orange Square rocking the “Man at M&S meets Michael Portillo look”.

Rocking the “Man at M&S meet Michael Portillo” look.

Marbella really is a game of two halves. Of course you have the usual Spanish sea-front with its corniche full of bars and restaurants. However, step away from this and within 10 minutes you can be in the heart of the “old town”, taking coffee (or something stronger dependent upon your mileage) in the wonderful Orange Square.

The weather was absolutely perfect, sunny with some cloud cover with temperatures in the low 20 degrees centigrade.

It has to be six o’clock somewhere in the world.

I just love the narrow streets as they are a photographer’s paradise. Wherever you look an image just seems to present itself.

Embracing the shadows and enjoying the highlights.

All roads seem to lead back to Orange Square.

After an enjoyable tapas lunch involving albondigas (delicious meaty bites in a slightly spicy tomato sauce), patatas bravas and gambas pil pil, we decided to take the 30 minute drive up in to the mountains to visit Mijas Pueblo. It is a beautiful white washed village perched some 430 meters above sea level.

My travellers tip for the day is that upon arriving in Mijas head straight for the multi-story parking. There were plenty of spaces and it only cost a Euro.

As we walked out of the car park we were presented with the beautiful Santuario de la Virgen de la Pena. Originally built in the 17th century and situated next to panoramic views. The chapel is only small but entry is free (we always leave a small donation to help upkeep).

The Virgen of the Rock, Patron Saint of Mijas.

As you visit more and more Spanish villages a theme starts to develop. The core of every village is usually the church (normally more than one), which is always beautifully maintained. You have the main square which seems central to village life and then, you have the bullring. In Mijas we visited the Plaza de Toros de Mijas.

The bullring was built in 1900 and now serves as a museum and cultural centre, showcasing bullfighting history and traditions.

This particular bullring is located next to the Church of Nuestra Señora de la Concepcion. Interesting that there always seems to be a church and a graveyard next to the bullring. Maybe the matador didn’t always get the better of 700 kgs of raging Spanish beefsteak armed with horns like razors.

This particular bullring is no longer used for actual fights although, it is one few oval-shaped bullrings in Spain.

Our oval shaped bullring with spectacular mountain views.

The beautiful Mrs. C. This was as close as she was going to get to any bulls.

Beautiful….and the view is not bad either.

Our time in Marbella had gone very well but day two was one I was really looking forward to; a day trip to Ronda.

Now Spain had been experiencing severe storms and it seemed that the mountain route to Ronda had literally been washed away. Google maps to the rescue, an alternate route was secured and we set off down the motorway. The road was great and the journey took about 1 hour and 45 minutes.

Now parking in these popular places can be a nightmare. We used an app called Parkimeter which allowed us to reserve a parking space in the Plaza del Socorro. It all works by number plate recognition. 25 Euros for the day and zero hassle. Don’t try and cheapskate it as you will be driving around all day.

This particular location was absolutely central and gave us immediate access to everything.

This mountain-top city, located in Spain’s Malaga province is a must visit. It is set dramatically above the El Tajo Gorge, which separates the city’s 15th century new town from its old town (which dates back to its Moorish rule).

For me, one of my bucket-list images was to capture the Puente Nuevo, a spectacular stone bridge spanning the gorge. The bridge dates back to 1793 and rises to some 100 meters above the river below.

View across Puente Nuevo towards Plaza de Socorro side.

The chamber above the central arch was allegedly used as a tortue chamber during the Spanish civil war, where some poor souls were dispatched by throwing them from the windows on to the jagged rocks below.

Now for those wishing to take the classic Puente Nuevo image I can save you a lot of pain and angst. Cross the bridge from the Plaza del Socorro side to the old town, turn right and take the path down the side of the mountain. Its a good walk, and remember, once down there you have to walk back up again!

As you walk across the bridge and look to your left, you will see a much smaller but very picturesque bridge, the Puente Viejo. I suggest you make this a secondary visit as there is only a very restricted view of Puente Nuevo from this bridge.

Beautiful light illuminating Ronda from the path to the bottom of the gorge.

It is quite steep but plenty of places to stop and take a breath and tremendous view along the way.

The ever willing model posing with Puente Nuevo in the background.

Our girls braving the weather from the viewpoint.

Now I know you are wondering why I haven’t yet mentioned food in Ronda. Well don’t worry, after our hike down and then back up the mountain we were ready to take on board some sustenance.

Our dear friends Jon and Rachel had recommended a restaurant that was listed in the Bib Gourmand, called Tregatá. We booked months in advance as it is really popular. It is not often that I am pleasantly surprised in a restaurant but Tregatá managed it. The service was friendly and efficient and the food superb. We shared starters of tuna tataki, a juicy omelette topped with wild boar and padron peppers and of course slow roasted ox cheek. My main was shoulder of pork in a wild mushroom fricassee. All of this was washed down with a bottle of the local red marching juice after which, I was looking for somewhere to take a siesta.

However, as regular readers know well, when Mrs. C is in charge there is no slacking and our next stop was the Plaza de Toros de Ronda. Bullfighting first started here back in 1784 and today is considered the largest bullring in Spain. Entrance to the facility is 9 euros and there is a very interesting museum.

Set in the pathway outside of the bullring are the names of famous matadors. Perhaps the most famous is Pedro Romero. He is a key figure in the history of Spanish bullfighting and it is said that he slew more than 5,600 bulls.

I have to say that whilst I am partial to the odd piece of grilled entrecôte I have no wish to watch the poor animal being tortured to death. However, bullfighting is still extremely popular in Spain…. it just not my thing.

Pedro Romero - slayer of more than 5,600 bulls.

Now you can see below that there is a small entrance behind a wall that the matador jumps behind when the 700 kg raging bull gets the upper hand. I can only suggest that these matador chaps must be a slender bunch as I had trouble getting my leg through the gap and there was no way I was getting behind there at speed.

Having spent an enjoyable hour or so in the bullring I was determined to visit Puente Viejo. So it was back over Puente Nuevo, turn left and head downhill through the backstreets. A very interesting walk and I grabbed a few images along the way.

As you can see below whilst still quite spectacular, the view from this bridge is rather more limited.

So having walked down the hill it was time to head back up to the car. As I always say, sometimes it pays to stop and look behind you.

By the time we reached our car my thighs were burning and the indigestion from that fine lunch was seeking its revenge!

Although the weather during our visit to Ronda was changeable, it may have been a blessing as hiking up and down a mountain at 30 degrees centigrade could be a real challenge. I have to say that I would return to Ronda in a heart-beat and next time I would stay the evening. A day trip is simply not long enough to do this wonderful city justice.

So what a great way to bring the first section of our trip to a close. However, stay tuned as there is so much more to come as we continue of our adventure through the heart of Andalucia.

Warmes regards from Plymouth U.K.

Pathfinders..........

March 5, 2025

Noun, Pathfinder: plural, Pathfinders - Meaning; a person who goes ahead and shows others a new path or way.

What do I mean by Pathfinders? Well we are people who have lived the majority of our lives outside of our country of birth. Our friends are often of a similar ilk and together we tend to spend our free time traveling and searching out new and interesting places.

Also Pathfinders tend to have no problem with traveling large distances to meet up for lunch, dinner or to spend a few days exploring a foreign location. Such is the case with our dear friends Rachel and Jon.

For those of you who regularly follow my blogs you will know that we spent a couple of weeks touring Texas and Louisiana with Jon and Rachel last year. Well, we received a call that they would be in the U.K. for a few days and so Mrs. C put plans in place for them to come stay with us in Plymouth, so that we could repay some of their generous hospitality and to introduce them to what the South West of England has to offer.

As always Mrs. C can organize everything… except the weather and a visit to Plymouth normally requires a wardrobe that covers all four seasons. The great thing is that Rachel and Jon are up for everything and anything and are totally adaptable so we had no worries.

We decided to split the visit into a day in Plymouth itself and then, a day up on Dartmoor, both to include some culinary activities.

As with all new guests we decided to start proceedings with my usual photowalk route around the Barbican and up on to the Hoe.

Given that Jon and Rachel are already residents of the “New World”, British but now living full-time in the U.S.A, we decided to start out at the Mayflower Steps, where the original Pilgrim Fathers left Plymouth for a life in the “New World”: the original Pathfinders!

Then it was up past the Admiral Mcbride Pub (no we didn’t stop for a beer and a crab sandwich although perhaps we should have!) and up to the start of Plymouth Hoe, where the old canons still guard the approach to The Cattewater and Sutton Harbour.

We took a stroll to Pier One, a regular coffee haunt for us and for an hour we sat in the sun, (yes I really did say sun) sipping our coffees and catching up with all our respective news.

Then as the sun departed and angry clouds rolled in from the English Channel we walked up on to the Hoe to experience the full vista.

Smeaton’s Tower from a different perspective.

Plymouth is a military town and all the armed forces are well represented. Plymouth Hoe has many tributes to our brave servicemen who sacrificed their lives so that others may remain safe from tyranny (particularly relevant in today’s torrid times). One of Jon’s family was actually an original RAF Pathfinder and so this memorial was very poignant for him.

We then made our way back across the park and down through the cobbled backstreets of the Barbican for a lunch-break. We had intended a quick sandwich and a coffee but ended up with a selection of tapas and a bottle of red. Of course we did!

The trees still with their winter coat as we head off back to the Barbican.

Back-allies of The Barbican - If they could talk these streets could surely tell some stories.

The Clippy and Coffe & Donuts - A regular stop-off for the bikers.

After our delicious calorific interlude we headed off along Southside Street as we had booked a tour of the Plymouth Gin Distillery (also known as the Black Friars Distillery).

Established in 1793, it is the oldest operating distillery in Britain.

Built in 1431, the distillery is located on what was once a Dominican Order monastery and rumour has it that the original Pilgrim Fathers stayed there while the Mayflower was in the harbour for repairs, before finally setting off to North America. I think I would have needed more than a few navy-strength gins to make that journey back in the 1600’s.

From 1793 the building was remodelled and extended as a gin distillery and was owned by the Coates family until 2004.

6284 Litres of the old Plymouth marching juice.

Since 2005 the Brand “Plymouth Gin” has been owned by the Scandinavian V&S Group (makers of Absolute Vodka) which in turn was later acquired by Pernod-Ricard. This is still an active distillery and indeed, every bottle of Plymouth Gin comes from a single Still from within this distillery.

Our charming tour guide, Kirsty, took us through the entire distillation process, which we didn’t realize includes a number of botanicals; juniper berries, lemon and orange peel, coriander, orris root and angelica.

Of course whilst interested in the process, we Pathfinders actually believe that the proof (100% proof and 57% alcohol by volume) is in the tasting. Kirsty provided us with small shots of neat Gin, Fruit Cup and Sloe Gin and told us that we only needed to sip it and inhale and that there was no requirement to drink it all! We Pathfinders always adopt a zero tolerance to waste, do not believe in spitting and so it was cheers for Chivers and down the hatch in one.

Navy Strength - 100% proof so If its good enough to light gunpowder………

The deal is done as Jon and Rachel purchase some provisions to take back to the “New World”.

After the tour we were taken to the Refectory Bar where we were treated to some “real-world tasting”. My initial tipple was a Sloe gin, poured lovingly over ice and mixed with a lemon tonic and some form of vegetation. That was okay for a warm-up and quenched the thirst before moving on to a house Martini. By now our party was cooking on gas and very much into the swing of things.

Time for some serious tasting at The Refectory Bar.

Fortunately we only had to stagger about ten yards to the neighbouring Barbican Kitchen restaurant where we enjoyed a rather delicious meal. I know it definitely was delicious, I am just having trouble remembering what exactly we ate! I do remember capturing this image of the Plymouth Barbican on the way home. Thank goodness for the Leica Q and its autofocus.

Day two involved a trip across Dartmoor to the market town of Tavistock. The weather had taken a turn for the worse (yes that is possible in the south west), the driving wind meant that the rain was practically horizontal and the mist was somewhat impairing our supposed scenic drive across the moor.

On arrival in Tavistock we did what all Pathfinders would do in such circumstances, found a coffee shop and had a bacon sandwich. Yes I know we had a lunch planned but we were introducing Jon and Rachel to our family tradition that whilst on holiday, everyone must have one portion of pork product per day in whatever format.

Tavistock is ideal for a rainy day. After coffee we headed for the Pannier Market which had something for everyone. Rachel and I were on the hunt for new hats, Kate was off to the craft shop to buy some crochet accessories and Jon was being a hipster and remembering the 1970’s (they say if you can remember the seventies you weren’t there!) and was looking at second hand records. For those under the age of 20, vinyl records allowed music to be heard through the use of an ancient form of electrical device called a “record player”.

Of course, there is no accounting for style and I think you will agree that my new hat definitely set the tone for the day. I know it is stylish because wherever I went people could not help but admire it…..I think!

Then it was off to the Cornish Arms for a calorific experience. Our favourite restaurant so I do not even have to look at the menu. I always start with the lamb raviolo (complete food orgasm) followed by loin of venison. I have simplified my menu choices but all come with accompanying items and sauces that are a sensation for the taste buds.

We had an absolutely charming waitress who was very proud of her body art and allowed me to capture her and her dragon tattoo in action.

Crystal - a.k.a. “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo”.

As we drove back to Plymouth all were very much in their respective happy places. Regrettably Jon and Rachel had to depart the next morning as they were about to travel to southern Spain. You see, a true Pathfinder never stays in the same place for very long.

All I can say is that we had an absolutely wonderful couple of days and both Jon and Rachel really are kindred spirits. We all agreed that a joint adventure is very much in order. So it’s up to the planners, Mrs C and Rachel to come up with the locations whilst Jon and I peruse the wine list.

As I finish this blog it’s a beautiful day here in Plymouth and my thoughts are now turning to our upcoming Andalucian adventure with my brother and his wife. More of that in my next blog.

Meantime, stay well, stay safe and may I wish all you photographers good light!

Warmest regards from Plymouth U.K.

Back To The Desert..........

February 27, 2025

Well the new year started with a blur and Christmas already seems a world away. Although I would class myself as semi-retired I still undertake consultancy work which necessitates a couple of visits back to Dubai each year.

I consider myself one of those fortunate people who, in the final stage of my full-time career worked for and with some absolutely wonderful and life-changing people. Whilst I do enjoy spending time with loved ones I also occasionally enjoy pitching up in the office and spending some time back, albeit briefly in the corporate world.

Dubai itself holds so many many memories for me personally and for us as a family. Our kids grew up and were educated here, we made some enduring friendships, we stayed during a Gulf War and we were quarantined there during a pandemic. So each time I return I do so with mixed emotions.

Room with a view - Layers of Dubai - Novotel Suites Hotel.

Whilst each business visit to Dubai involves charging around town and attending meetings, we do get some private time. This is when Mrs. C and I like to revisit old haunts and catch up with the friends we miss.

You have probably guessed that most of our old haunts involve food. So what better place to start than breakfast at Tashas in Dubai Marina Mall. The food and service is always delightful and is a great place if, like me, you are a people watcher.

The beautiful people enjoying their Sunday morning breakfast at Tashas.

Of course, with my stomach full and my wallet considerably lighter (they are not giving it away at Tashas), I do enjoy a stroll around the Marina to capture a few images.

Dubai Marina - enjoying the highlights and embracing the shadows.

“Fly Dubai” - The infamous zipline across the Marina.

As regular visitors will already know Dubai has more than its fair share of iconic buildings, many of which I have captured and discussed at length in previous blogs. However the Burj Al Arab is one such icon that always continues to fascinate. So its off to the Souq Madinat and coffee at Costa Coffee, whose terrace offers one of the best views of this wonderful structure.

Two flat whites later and I am buzzing, so time for a walk around the Souq. It is a photographers dream and full of light and shadows.

The artist who draws pictures in a bottle full of sand.

I can never get enough of the shadows and highlights.

I can photograph buildings and cultural sites all day but for me, I just love to capture people.

My favourite model is Raif. We have known Raif since birth and have seen him grow into a wonderful young man. He has the most beautiful nature and every time he walks in front of my lens I seem to capture a different view of him.

Then there is his brother, the lovely Horatio. Each time we see him he seems to have grown another couple of inches. Both have a brother, Atticus but for some inexplicable reason he managed to avoid my lens. I will definitely make up for that omission when I next see them.

Ralph Shipley is one of my oldest and dearest friends. This is the man responsible for taking me out of the Uk and introducing me to the world of the professional expatriate. We were in business together and have had so many adventures together. One morning, over poached eggs and coffee, I managed to capture one of my favourite images of Ralph.

As regular followers will know, whilst living in Dubai I fell in love with the world of Leica. Indeed, in my honest and unashamedly biased opinion, Dubai is blessed with the best Leica store in the world. Credit for this and the development of the wonderful community of Leica devotees in the region must go to the owner of Leica Middle East, Mr. Assad Abboud. Everything he does is about quality and service.

This brings me to Gina. She manages Leica Store Dubai and is responsible for my complete collection of Leica cameras and lenses. Every Saturday morning I would pass by the store to have a coffee with Gina, talk photography and browse through the store’s new and used offerings. This is one of the things I really do miss after leaving Dubai. Of course, we all stay in touch through the medium of social media and I always block out a morning to visit Dubai Mall, see Gina and enjoy my morning coffee with her.

The Leica Girls - Anna Christina and Gina.

Back to our favourite haunts and afternoon tea at Al Qasr Dubai. It is still a most wonderful way to while away a couple of hours. This time we were looked after by a most wonderful lady from Malaysia. She had one of those smiles that I just had to capture.

Another of my oldest friends is Jeremy. A lawyer by training and a writer in his non-business life, we have done many a business deal together and he was my regular breakfast partner. We would meet at Stomping Grounds, just off the Jumeirah Beach Road, enjoy poached eggs (runny of course) with a side of bacon cooked extra crispy, all washed down with a steaming cup of the old Colombian marching juice.

Last year was a signature year for Jeremy ad his Spanish wife Marina, as they were blessed with the birth of their first child, Pelayo (which I believe means “of the sea”). So I was on a mission to update my people collection and grab a couple of images of Pelayo and the happy family.

No trip to Dubai would be complete without a visit to our special and most favourite place in the U.A.E., the wonderful Al Maha Desert Resort. For those that want to see more of Al Maha I would encourage you to read my blog of 24th May 2019 “A Desert Staycation”.

We had a Saturday free so we booked lunch and took the 1 hour drive along the Al Ain road to Al Maha. The minute we drove through the main gates of the nature reserve the calmness descended upon us.

Yes you really are a world away when you visit Al Maha.

I even managed to capture an image whilst paying the bill!

I know I go on about food a lot but let me assure you, lunch at Al Maha is sublime. Do you really think I would drive an hour in to the desert for mediocrity. Carpaccio of beef with a remoulade topped with caviar followed by lamb chops and a divine salad with a fresh lemon vinaigrette followed by a creme brulée that just melted in my mouth. Oh yes, you have already guessed that Steve was in one of his very happy places.

However, in addition to the food there is also the nature. The beautiful Arabian Oryx and Arabian Gazelles roam free and so for the nature photographer there is plenty to keep you occupied.

This is at 28mm uncropped so you can guess how close I was!

However, what really makes my time at Al Maha special is to share it with the wonderful Mrs. C. We have so many wonderful memories of our time in the Middle East and we really do have so much to be thankful for.

Mrs. C - Enjoying the view over Al Maha.

Well there you have it. I do hope you have enjoyed the highlights from our recent visit to Dubai. We have a great deal planned for the rest of the year including some visits to pastures new. So stay tuned and watch out for notifications on Instagram and Vero.

Ah yes, you thought I had forgotten. How could I finish without Mrs. C modelling The Bench of Contemplation……..

Its has been lovely to share or journey back to the desert with you. May I wish you all good health, good light and hopefully inspire you to grab your camera, get out there and capture some memories.

Warmest regards from a calm and sunny (yes really the sun is out) Plymouth U.K.

Our Haven On The Moor..........

February 18, 2025

Well, January was certainly turning out to be a relaxingly hectic month. We had a great time with the kids over New Year, Mudger looked after us royally during a fabulous two weeks in Spain and now, only two days after our return, we were taking Kate’s mum and dad to spend a night at our most favourite hotel in the Uk, the wonderful, the luxurious, the glorious Gidleigh Park Hotel, located on Dartmoor near the village of Chagford.

So, we dialed Gidleigh in to the satnav only to be confronted with all sorts of travel issues. Due to the weather we had been experiencing in the UK, there were all sorts of road closures and the main route in to Gidleigh, via Chagford High Street, was closed due to gas main renovations. So we decided to call the hotel direct for advice but could not get through. We tried their website only to be told that all phone lines were down after the recent storm.

Now regular readers know that La Famille Chivers are made of stern stuff and the Chivers family helicopter was in for an MOT. So, “when needs must the devil drives”, we fired up Bucephalus and with Mrs. C in the navigator’s seat we headed across Dartmoor, via Tavistock and pressed on through howling wind and driving rain.

We knew we were near to Gidleigh as the roads had narrowed to the width of Bucephalus and had grass growing in the middle (never a good sign in our part of the world). I wouldn’t say it was wet but the only other vehicle approaching Gidleigh was Noah and his Ark and he was already preparing to abandon ship!

Despite everything we pressed on until we finally saw the sign that said “ Gidleigh Park Hotel 0.5 miles Do Not Give Up”! As we rounded the final corner the wonderful Gidleigh Park came in to view, our excitement heightened and my blood pressure receded to manageable levels.

As we walked in to the warm cosy lobby of the hotel we were greeted with a most beautiful smile and all the previous travel difficulties just melted away. Our bags disappeared and we were ushered in to the main sitting room where we slumped in to the comfy settees and ordered, wine, smoked salmon sandwiches and a bowl of sizzling French fries for mother.

Very soon everyone was in their respective happy places. Mrs. C, in between glugging a rather delicious Pinot Noir was doing her daily Wurdle, Kate’s mum and dad were preparing for an afternoon siesta and I was roving around with my Leica SL2 and 90mm Apo Summicron SL.

A cheeky little Pinot Noir to kick-off proceedings.

As I had a captive audience I took the opportunity to take some long overdue portraits of Kate’s mum and dad. I know that they won’t mind me mentioning that Kate’s Dad is now 90 and “Mother” is now 88. Both are in fine fettle and with the 90mm apo, one of Leica’s premier portrait lenses, I was delighted with the imagery I captured. I even managed a capture of camera shy Mrs. C. (She wasn’t happy about it and if pictures could talk I would only be releasing this blog after the watershed!).

Following a delightful lunch we headed up to our rooms. As you can imagine they are super comfortable and inviting. A chilled bottle of fizz, courtesy of the management, was sitting expectantly on the dressing table and a rather fine decanter of Madeira perched in the bay window seemed to be calling out to me. As I sank under the bubbles of a steaming bath all was well in my world.

Normally I only use manual focus lenses as I generally find that copious amounts of alcohol and manual focus lenses are not the best of bed-fellows. Not a problem this time as I had the SL2 and 90mm Apo so I had full autofocus and could indulge both creatively whilst satisfying my “hydration” requirements. Aunty Sarah would have been proud of me.

Suitably fed, “watered” and scrubbed up, I decided it was time for a wander and capture some imagery at 90 mm.

Officianados of wellies just know that Dubarry are the only way to go.

The Dartmoor mist creeping through the trees.

Hand held long exposure - a measure of the SL2’s image stabilization.

The beautiful Mrs. C holding something for the nature pocket.

As you can see Gidleigh really is a delightful place. Did I mention that they also have a Michelin Star restaurant? We were invited to the bar by Col, our Maitre’D for a pre-dinner martini (he mixes a damn good martini does our col). Then on to dinner which comprised the most lovely pieces of poached lobster, in a fish broth that screamed eat me, followed by a loin of venison that was doing a breast-stroke in an unctuous red wine and port sauce, all finished off with a rather generous selection of local cheeses. Then it was in to the lounge for coffee and petit fours. Well I certainly was going to sleep well!

Next morning Col didn’t even need to ask what I wanted for breakfast. A full English duly arrived, but not just any full English, it was given the “Full Gidleigh”. Local sourced pork sausage, smoked bacon, hogs pudding, black pudding, mushroom and fried tomato and a beautifully poached egg, all washed down with a steaming hot coffee. I was set for the day.

So there you are, our haven on the moor. A night of luxury and calories. Ah yes, you thought I had forgotten about the “Bench of Contemplation”. This time I captured Mother…..penny for your thoughts?

I hope you enjoyed joining us for a glimpse of glorious Gidleigh. If you are ever in our part of the world do yourself a favour and just book yourself in for a night and you will sure to be hooked.

Stay tuned for more adventures as Mrs. C and I head out to Dubai in my next blog, “Back to the Desert”.

Meantime love and best wishes from a sunny Plymouth.