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Continue reading →: Helmshore: Between Birthdays and Christmas Eve,Birthday walks, wind-blown hilltops, unexpected friendships, and a garden alive with winter visitors — a gentle pause before Christmas as the year begins to draw to a close.
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Continue reading →: Helmshore: Teasels, Twilight and the Turning YearDusk walks, damp mornings, old stories stirred by winter plants, and a house scrubbed ready for Christmas — a weekend framed by reservoirs, wildlife, and the quiet turning of the year.
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Continue reading →: Helmshore: In The Dark before DawnA week of dim mornings, bright afternoons, unruly weather and unexpected visitors — from tabby cats to reed buntings — as Pepper and I muddle through the last stretch before the Solstice.
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Continue reading →: Helmshore: When the Light HidesA week without a clear thread — just sunrise fire, wild rain, good friends, and small moments that linger. Musings from dark mornings, bright laughter, and the quiet search for inspiration
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Continue reading →: December; Silver Paths, Quiet HeartsA week of moonlit walks, early Christmas sparkle, and quiet reflection as joy and loss mingle in the winter air.
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Continue reading →: Garstang: Frost and Canal lightA lazy winter weekend in Garstang — frosty mornings, canal walks, good food, and the quiet pleasure of doing absolutely nothing at all.
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Continue reading →: Helmshore: Under the Pie CrustA week of frost, colour, murder most foul, and a missing sunrise — all courtesy of Rossendale’s ever-changing skies.
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Continue reading →: The Shot of a LifetimeFrom a humble bridge camera to a prize-winning photograph — a journey through patience, practice, and a fair few blurry shots along the way.
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Continue reading →: Helmshore: After the fogA wild weekend of rain and fog gives way to calm, clear skies — and Helmshore shines once more beneath the glow of a November sunrise.
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Continue reading →: Helmshore: Between Snow and SunlightFrom muddy misadventures and storm-fed brooks to sunrise over snow-dusted hills, this week has been a true November medley. Between the bursts of sunshine and the bite of cold mornings, there’s been time for cooking, walking, and watching the valley shift towards winter. Pepper chased deer, I chased light—and somewhere…









