Cellpic Sunday: Incongruous Pink

The French countryside is pretty rugged, especially in the winter, and any signs of human habitation or exploitation are usually no more than utilitarian and predominantly in shades of brown or green.

Accordingly, it was a little unusual to find that this nearby farm gate was secured with a tie in two shades of pink.

Cellpic Sunday 5 January 2025

Cellpic Sunday: On a country walk

A walk along a country lane yesterday yielded this spectacular cloudscape.

Cellpic Sunday 10 November 2024

Leading lines, anyone?

A little 30-minute constitutional last Friday morning led us down a narrow and rarely used country road with pastureland on each side.. The low autumn sun cast long shadows and the tractor tyre tracks at the entrance to this field produced enough leading lines to make anybody happy.

Cellpic Sunday 3 November 2024

Cellpic Sunday: Sunset in La France Profonde

A particularly dramatic dusk one evening last week, here in the depths of the French countryside.

Cellpic Sunday 15 September 2024

Rural layers

This image, captured in a rural area of north Yorkshire, not only pays due deference to the ‘rule of thirds’, but also meets the brief of Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week:

CFFC: Horizontal Line(s)

Lens-Artists Challenge: Habitat

My regular reader (sic) may recall that where we live in the depths of rural France is very much sheep country. I’d estimate that most of the local farmers have at least some sheep as part of their agricultural ‘portfolio’, so to speak, although none of them do so on what you might call an industrial scale.

Our nearest neighbour and her late husband were full-time sheep farmers, albeit only on a modest scale. Their flock used to graze in our fields, which certainly kept the undergrowth under control. Now retired, she still has a small flock of maybe ten ewes, more as a hobby than anything else.

Their new habitat is a field just across the road from our house, from where they view me, should I happen to pass by, with a mixture of curiosity and contempt, as I wrote about here.

Lens-Artists Challenge: Habitat

Street scene with stray sheep

This is the road that, about a mile and a half further on, eventually gets to the hamlet that we call Tranquility Base.

The sheep isn’t supposed to be there of course, but it’s not at all uncommon around here to come across one that’s managed to escape from wherever it’s meant to be.

CWWC 23 May 2024

Cellpic Sunday: The Uninvited Guest

As I’ve mentioned on many occasions, out here in the sticks we are surrounded by sheep. They easily outnumber the human population, not only of our commune but all those for miles around.

The nearest sheep to our house are actually just across the road – a small flock of about a dozen that belong to our neighbour. This ewe must have been feeling particularly adventurous, because it somehow slipped through the gate or over the fence (or under – they can be quite enterprising sometimes, although mostly they’re just terminally thick) and came trotting down the side of our house. She cropped some grass and then turned round and went back home.

Cellpic Sunday 28 January 2024

Cellpic Sunday: A Little Job For You…

Last week, we needed to top up our supply of logs for the woodburning stoves, so we got in touch with our friendly local farmer, J-C. As usual, we sent him an SMS and he turned up at our back door (he’s not big on technology – apart from farming equipment).

The very next day he rocked up with this delivery: two cords worth of dry logs, cut to our exacting 25cm lengths. If you’re wondering what two cords is, it’s about six cubic metres, and if you’re wondering what that equates to, it’s something comfortably north of 2,000 individual pieces, which all have to be neatly (-ish, in my case) stacked under cover.

About an hour after he dropped these off, it started to snow and the temperature was -6 Centigrade, but I made a start, and I’m still plugging away at them (I’m not as young as I used to be).

Cellpic Sunday 14 January 2024

Lens-Artists Challenge – Magical

This is a view of the pond that lies in the middle of our little hamlet. By the way, the reflection is at the top of the image. And that’s magic.

Lens-Artists Challenge: Magical