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| Exactly what fairy tales are made of. I could imagine the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland reclining on one of these. There were many others but this one was the most impressive as it was (as yet) untouched/un-munched. |
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| Such stark whiteness pencil sharpener furled embezzled in delicate lamb-soft moss |
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| A twisted woodland fit for a Tim Burton movie |
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| A quiet and special moment caught as the sun came through and made the earth warm after a torrential two-hour downpour. Could double for dawn mist - deceptively mysterious. |
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| Otherworldly light on an autumnal afternoon |
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| A line of whipped clouds on the horizon at Porlock Weir |
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| An endless wave of pebbles |
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| Ships all at land |
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| The pomp and ceremony of a Regatta circa 1908, Porlock Weir - a tradition that I hope has stood the test of time |
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